Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Emily Dickinson: Grief is a Mouse

Grief is a Thief—quick startled—
Pricks His Ear—report to hear
Of that Vast Dark—
That swept His Being—back—

May 15, 2020 · 1 Comment

Charlotte Turner Smith: Sonnet Written in the Churchyard at Middleton in Sussex

She saw herself as a poet first and foremost, poetry at that period being considered the most exalted form of literature. Scholars now credit her with transforming the sonnet into an expression of woeful sentiment. Although an important writer and poet, Smith had a difficult family life and died in poverty, largely forgotten.

January 24, 2020 · Leave a comment

Edna St. Vincent Millay: Dirge without Music

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind…

January 3, 2020 · 1 Comment

Dawn Potter: Canto

The season was autumn. Threads of smoke
unwound from the chimneys. Every compass pointed
toward winter.

November 10, 2019 · Leave a comment

Lynn Freehill-Maye, Phillip Pantuso: Return to Nature

Green burials go beyond not polluting or wasting. It’s about people needing and caring for land, conducting life-affirming activities there—including death.

September 19, 2019 · 1 Comment

Sharon Fagan McDermott: This Against the Night

Sweet hyssop and the sweltering hives
from which sail bees, their resolute flight
into July, into my garden.

August 21, 2019 · Leave a comment

Luray Gross: If Two People Are Aware of the Rising Moon

When his mind grew empty
and his heartbeat slowed to a vague stutter,
our father no longer walked the fields at night.

July 8, 2019 · 1 Comment

Jay Carson: Michael

On his route with a load of papers on his head,
he wasn’t tough enough to scare Michael
who socked him so hard papers flew
like peace doves all over Fifth Avenue.

June 27, 2019 · 1 Comment

Yana Djin: April Elegy

again April is here
with its sun of brass
and its moon of steel

April 24, 2019 · Leave a comment

John Samuel Tieman: Elegy for a Poet

Michael Castro 1945 – 2018  while the snow wants to melt winter loiters and I will listen I will listen for you when I need a noun a sudden muscle an animal can use to … Continue reading

January 26, 2019 · Leave a comment

Rick Campbell: Elegy in a Small Town Churchyard

There are many born again or dreaming of it, another lot wishing their frailty would end. What   if I were smitten today under this dogwood tree, moss dangling in … Continue reading

December 4, 2018 · Leave a comment

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