Yeats’s “Easter, 1916” is a profound meditation on activism, including on the poet’s ambivalent feelings about Dublin’s Easter Rising.
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Terrible Beauty Born from Easter 1916?
A Fiddler for St. Patrick’s Day
A jolly Yeats poem for St. Patrick’s Day.
The Ice Storm Cometh
We’re currently undergoing a potentially severe ice storm. Here’s what Robert Frost has to say about ice storms.
Yeats, Not Heaney, for Dark Times
For social and political barometers, try Heaney for optimism, Yeats for pessimism.
Who Has Begotten the Drops of Dew?
To celebrate Rosh Hashanah, I share this Anthony Hecht poem about his son Adam, who needs the reassurance that God’s Adam once needed.
The Case for Memorizing Poetry
To bolster yourself against this age of anxiety, memorize robust poetry. Other poetry works as well.
Scraping One’s Knees on Jacob’s Ladder
Denise Levertov draws on the Jacob’s dream about a stairway to heaven to capture poetry’s transcendent qualities.
Battling Proud, Wayward Squirrels
Squirrels are refusing to honor our bird feeders by staying away. Yeats describes squirrels as similarly irreverent. So do Beatrix Potter and John Blades.
Is Old Age Becoming Overrated?
A “New Yorker” article on aging turns to literature to debunk the notion that aging is a good thing.