Adrienne Rich on Writing Poems [Needs Image]

Adrienne Rich is a poet whom I’ve just begun to admire. She has an essay that I would like to share. It’s a reflection on a famous poem she wrote titled Aunt Jennifer’s Tigers. I’ll give you the poem first. I found both of these things in An...

Window Poems, by Wendell Berry [Needs Image]

1. Window. Window. The wind’s eye to see into the wind. The eye in its hollow looking out through the black frame at the waves the wind drives up the river, whitecaps, a wild day, the white sky traveled by snow squalls, the trees thrashing, the corn blades...

Mountain Eye [Needs Image]

The Mountain Eye There’s something in the mountain eye— a wild root, or a fresh Spring. In looking, I see An altar—an offering Out to me of what Inward has become the creation I can’t Grasp in this walled City of...

At Sunset, by E. Pauline Johnson [Needs Image]

E. Pauline Johnson was the daughter of an American Indian chief and an English lady. She became a poet and this is one of hers poems. At Sunset Tonight the west o’er brims with warmest dyes; Its chalice overflows With pools of purple colouring the skies, Aflood...

The Buried Life, By Matthew Arnold [Needs Image]

But often, in the world’s most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life: A thirst to spend our fire and restless force In tracking out our true, original course; A longing to...