The danger of Trump’s Supreme Court is captured in Shelley’s poem “The Masque of Anarchy.”
Tag Archives: Percy Shelley
Trump’s Judges, Pale Riders
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.
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.
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.
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.”
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.
Read Lit, Then Fight for Freedom
While literature may seem irrelevant to our political battles, it provides (as Shelley points out) an invaluable human compass.

