Only the Classics

Only the Classics

The roots from which poetry as we know it has flourished. Taking you back to the classical era, one stanza at a time.

Wanderer's Soul
Look upon the very land we sit upon As it spins, it heaves in many ways The Wanderer wakes with the dawn Watching an inferno begin to blaze Wanderer's step out of the bounds That tie mortal men to the...
Spencer Barrett7 days ago
Struggle Not
Still winged soft my feather flock o' kin. Can damp wet wing so beat in equal force? Say Nay! and gently kiss your own chagrin On nape or breast; to still stay true the course. Fly South, though not t...
Louis Nicholas8 days ago
T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land"
"The Waste Land" is a wrathful attack on modern civilisation, stretching not only to the horror of the Great War but attacking the society that bore it. In his sobering evocations of ancient myths and...
Louis Nicholas9 days ago
Homeric Heroism
To what extent did Homer view Odysseus as a heroic figure? Throughout the Odyssey, Homer emphasises Odysseus’s heroism whilst subtlety insisting on his self-sabotage. Odysseus’ heroism is shown by his...
Paco Taylor11 days ago
Crows (Ode to Van Gogh)
Arles, 1890 "I must hurry. Time is running out. So little time left for me to paint!" He worked himself as a slave, drove himself like a locomotive. And possessed by the love of his craft, he hastened...
Tomas Alejandro21 days ago
My Cyclops
Who is this giant, this legend from afar? Known only in words, read as scholars. He trapped the traveler and his men in the cave, Eating two by two, not knowing how to behave. “No man” fooled the one ...
Just a Few Thoughts on Paper
You see I am a bit of a poet. And I did not know it Yes I stole that from a film but what is one to say My poems are fragile; mostly stolen, I’ll show you if I may A poet of your standing will surely ...
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Keilie Desirea22 days ago
Letter to Walt Whitman
My Dear Walt Whitman, Primarily, I feel compelled, before any other written action of mine is composed, I am compelled to exceedingly compliment your blatantly-written work, Song of Myself, as one of ...
Zachary Daviesa month ago
Hope Was...
Once day I sat with a crying kid at a train station, I read to him the story that Emily Dickinson made, about hope, trying to help this person; "'Hope' is the thing with feathers— That perches in the ...