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A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

John Clare: The Badger

The badger grunting on his woodland track
With shaggy hide and sharp nose scrowed with black
Roots in the bushes and the woods, and makes
A great high burrow in the ferns and brakes.

May 31, 2019 · Leave a comment

William Wordsworth: Tintern Abbey

Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798 . Five years have past; five summers, with the … Continue reading

January 6, 2019 · 1 Comment

Dorothy Wordsworth: The moon had the old moon in her arms

The columbine … is a graceful slender creature, a female seeking retirement, and growing freest and most graceful where it is most alone. I observed that the more shaded plants … Continue reading

November 16, 2018 · Leave a comment

Samuel Taylor Coleridge: What If You Slept

What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower … Continue reading

May 6, 2017 · 1 Comment

John Keats: This Living Hand

. This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill … Continue reading

June 18, 2015 · Leave a comment

Lord Byron (George Gordon): Darkness

. I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and … Continue reading

May 25, 2015 · 3 Comments

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