Category: Poetry


Poetry: George Meredith

Meredith is best known as the author of such novels as The Ordeal of Richard Feverel and The Egoist, but he was also, at his best, a fine poet.  Unfortunately, much of his poetry is more like fiction in verse.


Poems by Patrick Kavanagh

Born in rural Ireland (the town of Inniskeen) in 1904, Patrick Kavanagh was a poet, novelist, goalkeeper, and film critic. In my not so humble opinon, he was by far the best Irish poet since Yeats. There is more truth in “Epic” than an in hundred literary articles on Homer.


Poems by Edmund Blunden

Edmund Blunden was born in in 1896 in London and saw combat service in WW I. He was the lifelong friend of Siegfried Sassoon. In 1924 he became an English professor at the University of Tokyo, returned at the end of WWII, and accepted a position at Honk Kong. He returned to England and died in 1974.


Poems by Vachel Lindsay

Vachel Lindsay is an American original.  He tramped his way through middle America selling his pamphlet, “Rhymes for Bread”.  He was quite mad and killed himself for love of Sarah Teasdale.  His son lived on Johns Island, SC, and I knew VL’s granddaughter in college.


Poetry: R.L. Stevenson

Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?
Hunger my driver, I go where I must.
Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather:
Thick drives the rain and my roof is in the dust.


Poem: Now Winter Nights Enlarge by Thomas Campion

Thomas Campion was a great song-writer of the 16th and 17th centuries. Now winter nights enlarge The number of their hours; And clouds their storms discharge Upon the airy towers. Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine, Let well-turned words amaze With harmony divine. Now yellow waxen lights Shall wait on honey love While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights Sleep’s leaden spells remove. This time doth well dispense With lovers’ long discourse; Much speech hath some defense, Though beauty no remorse. All do not all things well; Some measures comely tread, Some knotted riddles tell, Some...


Poems: Jessica Powers

Jessica Powers was born less than three hours from our house, in Mauston, Wisconsin, in 1905.  In 1941 she entered a Carmelite convent in Pewaukee, where she received the name Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit.


Poetry: Browning at his Best


Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find!
I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf and blind;
But although I take your meaning, ’tis with such a heavy mind!


Poetry: Four Christmas Poems by St. Robert Southwell

St. Robert Southwell (1561–95) was born to a well-to-do Norfolk family.  At fourteen he was sent out of England to receive a Catholic education at the new English school founded by William Allen at Douai in Flanders.  He soon made his way to Rome, where he became a Jesuit and a teacher at the English College.  In 1586 his superiors sent him to back to England, where a new statute made it treason to be a priest.  Waiting to take ship, he wrote that he was “on the threshold of death.”  He survived for six years before he was captured, interrogated, tortured, imprisoned, tried, convicted for being a priest “against the statute,” and executed the next day, 21 February 1595.   The Church canonized him in 1970.