There are times when I think life is like a flashlight shone at noon and poetry the shadow that it casts. Tonight is such a night.
Or maybe life is like the hoopla of Super Bowl week and poetry only the game itself.
Or life is monopoly and poetry Go.
Or life if poetry isn’t.
Or if...
FRESH POSSIBILITIES
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Today we will look at a seasonal poem by A. E. Housman, taking it verse by
verse. XVI — SPRING MORNING Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot
renews,And ...
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