Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

John Clare: Summer

I’ll lean upon her breast and I’ll whisper in her ear
That I cannot get a wink o’sleep for thinking of my dear;
I hunger at my meat and I daily fade away
Like the hedge rose that is broken in the heat of the day.

June 28, 2019 · Leave a comment

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

Charlotte Turner Smith: On Being Cautioned Against Walking on an Headland Overlooking the Sea, Because It Was Frequented by a Lunatic

In moody sadness, on the giddy brink,
I see him more with envy than fear

April 19, 2019 · 1 Comment

Mary Oliver: Nature and the Poet

In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed. I had to go out into the world and see it and hear it … Continue reading

April 21, 2018 · 3 Comments

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