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Tag Archives: After Apple-Picking
Sleeping Outdoors
Posted in Uncategorized Also tagged "Adam's Curse", "Fern Hill", "Poem in October", "Sleeping in the Forest", "Song of the Open Road", "Stopping by the Woods on a Showy Evening", Anam Cara, Dylan Thomas, John O'Donohue, Mary Oliver, Nature, Robert Frost, sleep, Walt Whitman, William Butler Yeats Comments closed
Not Your Father’s Apple Cider
A visit to my cousins’ hard apple cider processing plant showed me that making the beverage has changed markedly since the days of John Keats and Robert Frost.
Posted in Uncategorized Also tagged "Ode to Autumn", apples, farming, hard apple cider, John Keats, Robert Frost Comments closed
Essay Grading and the Great Wall of China
At this time of year, I sometimes wonder why I signed up for this gig. Stacks of ungraded essays are strewn “far and wee” across my study, and only the knowledge that I have completed my student essays in the past assures me that I will make it through this batch. In my hour of […]
Posted in Uncategorized Also tagged Franz Kafka, Great Wall of China, Robert Frost, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, teaching, William Wordsworth, Work Comments closed
After Apple-Picking, Then What?
So much of the poetry that comforts us in time of death is infused with images of nature, poems like (in my case) Mary Oliver’s “Lost Children,” Percy Bysshe Shelley’s Adonais, and Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. Perhaps the reason is that, with death, our natural side asserts its primacy in a way that cannot […]
Posted in Uncategorized Also tagged death of a parent, Hamlet, John Donne, Robert Frost, Sonnet X Comments closed
