The Sun in Poetry
Medusa I had come to the house, in a cave of trees, Facing a sheer sky. Everything moved,—a bell hung ready to strike, Sun and reflection wheeled by. When the […]
Poetry
Got My Goat
Acrostic Poem Go quick! Get me anOnion sandwich on moldy rye bread with spiny Artichoke leaves, rancid mayonnaise and perhaps a usedTea bag. Yum! The above poem is completely untruthful,
Teachers College Columbia University: Distinguished Alumni Award
Here I am standing on the stage in the breakfast room at Teachers College Columbia University. Professor Jo Anne Kleifgen, my doctoral dissertation adviser from the 1990s, is reading a
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My Keys to PD
A few years ago, the Parkinson’s Foundation published an online article titled “Improving Brain Function with Exercise, Connectedness and Creativity.” (But it’s no longer on their website…oh-oh…oh, well.) I pasted
The Sun in Poetry: Remembering Frost, #3
My two cats and two visiting birds reenact Frost’s poem, “Two Look at Two.” Two Look at Two Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the
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The Sun in Poetry: Remembering Frost, #1
The New York Times just published a poem about Robert Frost, but written by Dean Rader. I think it’s terrific, and dare to present it side-by-side with my own reworking
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The Sun in Poetry: Remembering Frost, #2
When I was in 4th Grade, my teacher read aloud Robert Frost’s “Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening.” Then she gushed in a warm-and-fuzzy way about how beautiful
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The Sun in Poetry
Fishmonger I have taken scales from off The cheeks of the moon. I have made fins from bluejays’ wings, I have made eyes from damsons in the shadow. I have
The Sun in Poetry
Untitled Places among the stars, Soft gardens near the sun, Keep your distant beauty; Shed no beams upon my weak heart. Since she is here In a place of blackness,
The Sun in Poetry
January O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire, What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn Of death! Far sooner