My Keys to PD
A few years ago, the Parkinson’s Foundation published an online article titled “Improving Brain Function with Exercise, Connectedness and Creativity.” (But it’s no longer on their website…oh-oh…oh, well.) I pasted […]
Poetry
The Sun in Poetry: Remembering Frost, #3
My two cats and two visiting birds reenact Frost’s poem, “Two Look at Two.” Two Look at Two Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the
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The Sun in Poetry: Remembering Frost, #1
The New York Times just published a poem about Robert Frost, but written by Dean Rader. I think it’s terrific, and dare to present it side-by-side with my own reworking
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The Sun in Poetry: Remembering Frost, #2
When I was in 4th Grade, my teacher read aloud Robert Frost’s “Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening.” Then she gushed in a warm-and-fuzzy way about how beautiful
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The Sun in Poetry
Fishmonger I have taken scales from off The cheeks of the moon. I have made fins from bluejays’ wings, I have made eyes from damsons in the shadow. I have
The Sun in Poetry
Untitled Places among the stars, Soft gardens near the sun, Keep your distant beauty; Shed no beams upon my weak heart. Since she is here In a place of blackness,
The Sun in Poetry
January O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire, What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn Of death! Far sooner
The Sun in Poetry
Departed Days Yes, dear departed, cherished days, Could Memory’s hand restore Your morning light, your evening rays From Time’s gray urn once more,— Then might this restless heart be still,
The Sun in Poetry
Gulls Fearless riders of the gale, In your bleak eyes is the memory Of sinking ships: Desire, unsatisfied, Droops from your wings. You lie at dusk In the sea’s ebbing
The Sun in Poetry
The New Colossus Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman