If Chaucer’s created a timeless and transcendent character in the Wife of Bath, it is because he listened–really listened–to women.
Tag Archives: Percy Shelley
A Woman 600 Years Ahead of Her Time
Posted in Uncategorized Also tagged Beowulf, Christian misogyny, Defence of Poetry, Feminism, Geoffrey Chaucer, Harold Bloom, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Wife of Bath, William Shakespeare Comments closed
Trump’s Judges, Pale Riders
The danger of Trump’s Supreme Court is captured in Shelley’s poem “The Masque of Anarchy.”
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Immunity for Trump? Bring Back George III
Since the U.S. Supreme Court seems determined to restore monarchy (at least with regard to Trump), here’s a Shelley George III poem.
Posted in Uncategorized Also tagged "England in 1819", Donald Trump, judicial immunity, rule of law, Supreme Court Comments closed
Remembering My Eldest 24 Years Later
A Mary Oliver poem about grieving as I remember my eldest, who died 24 years ago on this day.
Posted in Uncategorized Also tagged "No Voyage", Adonais, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Beowulf, death and grieving, death of a child, In Memoriam, John Milton, Lycidas, Mary Oliveer, T. S. Eliot, Waste Land Comments closed
The Grand Canyon, Abyss Sublime
18th century notions of the sublime are attempts to capture something as mind-blowing as the Grand Canyon, which I visited yesterday.
Posted in Uncategorized Also tagged "Mont Blanc", "Sublime and Beautiful", Bill Bryson, Boileau, Edmund Burke, Grand Canyon, James Boswell, Longinus, sublimity Comments closed
Do Not Stand by My Grave and Weep
As Slovenes this past week visited the graves of those who have passed on, I thought of Frye’s poem “Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep.”
Posted in Uncategorized Also tagged "Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep", Adonais, Afterlife, Amber Spyglass, Dante, death, Inferno, Mary Elizabeth Frye, Philip Pullman Comments closed
the passing of all shining things
e.e. cummings has a dialogue with Shelley’s “Ode to the West Wind” in his own poem about autumn. I include Frost and Oliver in the reflection as well.
Posted in Uncategorized Also tagged "In Blackwater Woods", "Ode to the West Wind", "the glory is fallen out of", Autumn, death, e. e. cummings, Mary Oliver Comments closed
