Archive for the 'Literature' Category

April
22

Sarah Helen Whitman

Posted by Reely, on April 22, 2008 at 6:21 pm.
Categories: Literature

Sarah Helen Whitman, as you may know, was engaged to marry Edgar Allan Poe in the year before he died. I’m not going to go into her biographical information. You can find that out readily enough on Wikipedia, and there is also a link on our poem page, The Portrait, to a more […]

April
06

Poetry Appreciation

Posted by Reely, on April 6, 2008 at 12:37 pm.
Categories: Literature

Here’s a comment that was left on the poll page for Fueled by Marcie Hans:
One of my primary school teachers forced every single class she encountered not only to learn this poem, but to repeat it in an affected voice and use over-exaggerated mannerisms. She also declined to enter into any meaningful discussion of it. […]

March
26

The Highwayman - “… the trigger at last was hers.”

Posted by Reely, on March 26, 2008 at 7:17 pm.
Categories: Literature

We’ve got an audio of Alfred Noyes’ The Highwayman , although our version is a little different than you will find on most sites. We got it out of a book from 1912.
Honestly, I am not really looking for these little differences, it’s more like they jump out at me when I’m […]

March
22

Latest Poems

Posted by Reely, on March 22, 2008 at 3:14 pm.
Categories: Literature

Added at least half a dozen poems in the last week that struck my fancy, two have audio readings:
Why So Pale and Wan. First learned this poem in high school in English lit and I’ve always liked its very amusing and practical observations on the topic of unrequited love. “Will when looking well […]

March
15

A-Roving by Lord Byron

Posted by Reely, on March 15, 2008 at 8:14 am.
Categories: Literature

So we’ll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go […]