Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Sandra McPherson: Landscape Painter, Salmon Creek, July 1991

Doesn’t everyone
covet an easel? — its smart little body
named after onagers and donkeys, ancestor
of art kept trim.

June 10, 2020 · Leave a comment

Judith A. Brice: Notes On A Postcard

The picture would portray a few
flowering apple trees profuse in bloom
their parchment petals set
to sail with the wind, take off

May 29, 2020 · 3 Comments

Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Frost at Midnight

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch…

February 21, 2020 · 2 Comments

Doug Anderson: South of Laramie

And that is the way with love.
Speak only when you cannot help it.
However strange and vibrant the sound.

December 17, 2019 · 2 Comments

Edward Thomas: Rain

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me

October 25, 2019 · Leave a comment

Sandra Lubarsky: Speak the Name of Beauty

So beneficial is exposure to the natural world that a new global movement has arisen to declare access to nature a human right.

August 6, 2019 · Leave a comment

Naomi Shihab Nye: Trees Gossip with the Birds

When the orange sun sinks over the AZIZI sign I feel
the darkening world soaking up all the extra noise

July 17, 2019 · Leave a comment

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

Josephine Dickinson: Seven Dimple Cushions

Andrew tells us . there will be . all the usual . English songbirds . bluetits . robins . blackbirds . and the rest . but also . a backdrop . of seabirds . which is unique . and there will be . a sense of space

May 22, 2019 · Leave a comment

Molly Fisk: Peace

One of those days when the grain of a wooden table
seems more certain, as if ordained, when gravity feels
like praise

May 8, 2019 · 2 Comments

James Wright: To a Blossoming Pear Tree

Beautiful natural blossoms,
Pure delicate body,
You stand without trembling.
Little mist of fallen starlight,
Perfect, beyond my reach

April 28, 2019 · 2 Comments

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

Josephine Dickinson: 6018

At Hartford Connecticut a man steps out on the tarmac, one foot in front of the other, as the plane begins to move. Above Hartford a wooded hilly landscape, a … Continue reading

April 17, 2019 · 1 Comment

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