William Blake: Ah, Sunflower
Ah, sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun
July 26, 2019 · 2 Comments
Djelloul Marbrook: The donnée as entry to the temple
A crucial point in the making of some poems, especially long ones, arrives when the poet must decide whether to push through a kind of caesura in the process. That’s the … Continue reading
January 28, 2018 · 2 Comments
William Blake: The Tyger
Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of … Continue reading
September 26, 2016 · 1 Comment