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...
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...
"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...
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...
"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...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...