Edgar Allan Poe’s story about the lure of an Evening Star against a cold moon.
She’s Magic and Midnight Lace is created by Ann Marie Eleazer. A poet who creates art with her words and imagery.
Illustration and caffeine? What’s not to like? Dropped into a favorite coffee house for the first time in a year last week and saw these fun and whimsical cups drawn on by customers. You can see them at Chocolate in Decatur, Georgia, if you’re in the area. Sorry that I have no way of giving credit to the artists since none was listed.
Book obsessions are moods we fall into all the time. When you’re looking for your next book, it’s fun to hunt it down. We LOVE shopping in stores but also reading the book newsletters we receive. Bookshop.org supports a collection of independent book stores, and it’s fun to read their recommendations. In fact, we happen to find our next reads on their lists a lot of the time. We’d encourage you to check out their site while we link to 4 books to check out below. One just came out in February 2021 and the other 3 are from 2020 and 2019. Different genres with different moods. Biographical and Historical The Three Mothers: How the Mothers of Martin Luther King, Jr., Malcolm X, and James Baldwin Shaped a Nation By Anna Malaika TubbsPublished February 2021 Description Much has been written about Berdis Baldwin’s son James, about Alberta King’s son Martin…
“The Night Mail” poem written by WH Auden paints a vivid picture of what it was like to transport and receive mail once upon a time. The excitement of it reaching its destination and people walking to their mailboxes or their local shops to pick up letters. The Night Mailby WH Auden This is the night mail crossing the Border,Bringing the cheque and the postal order, Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,The shop at the corner, the girl next door. Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb:The gradient’s against her, but she’s on time. Past cotton-grass and moorland boulderShovelling white steam over her shoulder, Snorting noisily as she passesSilent miles of wind-bent grasses. Birds turn their heads as she approaches,Stare from bushes at her blank-faced coaches. Sheep-dogs cannot turn her course;They slumber on with paws across. In the farm she passes no one wakes,But a jug in a bedroom…
Emily Dickinson was loving, kind, and a bit of a prankster. “Will there really be a morning” is a poem she wrote on the back of a cake recipe. A cake recipe?! What if it hadn’t been found? I learned about this while looking up the poem and ran across Hidden Kitchens produced by The Kitchen Sisters. Their series featured the story of Emily and the poem on NPR’s Morning Edition which we can listen to below. BLACK CAKE: EMILY DICKINSON’S HIDDEN KITCHEN ON NPR’S MORNING EDITION Posted by The Kitchen Sisters on Dec 27, 2016 in Hidden Kitchens, Hidden World of GirlsListen to the podcast about Dickinson’s black cake recipe and her life at the below link to their podcast. http://www.kitchensisters.org/present/black-cake-emily-dickinsons-hidden-kitchen/ Will there really be a morning? by Emily Dickinson Will there really be a “Morning”?Is there such a thing as “Day”?Could I see it from the mountainsIf I were as tall as they? Has…
Happy Valentine’s Day from Edgar Allan Poe. Found this on the Poe Museum’s site when I went to renew my membership on VALENTINE’S DAY!! Happy Valentine’s Day from the Poe Museum
By Sylvia PlathOctober 4, 1958 Flintlike, her feet struck such a racket of echoes from the steely street,tacking in moon-blued crooks from the black stone-built town, that she heard the quick air ignite its tinder and shake a firework of echoes from wall to wall of the dark, dwarfed cottages.But the echoes died at her back as the walls gave way to fields and the incessant seethe of grasses riding in the full of the moon, manes to the wind, tireless, tied, as a moon-bound seamoves on its root. Though a mist-wraith wound up from the fissured valley and hung shoulder-high ahead, it fattened to no family-featured ghost, nor did any word body with a namethe blank mood she walked in. Once past the dream-peopled village, her eyes entertained no dream, and the sandman’s dust lost lustre under her footsoles. The long wind, paring her person downto a pinch of flame, blew its burdened whistle in the whorl of her ear, and, like a scooped-out…
The LakeEdgar Allan Poe – 1809-1849 In youth’s spring it was my lotTo haunt, of the wide earth a spotThe which I could not love the less,So lovely was the lonelinessOf a wild lake, with black rock bound,And the tall pines that tower’d around. But, when the night had thrown her pallUpon that spot, as upon all,And the mystic wind went byMurmuring in melody -Then – ah then I would awakeTo the terror of the lone lake. Yet that terror was not fright.But a tremulous delight – A feeling not the jewelled mineCould teach or bribe me to define -Nor Love – although the Love were thine. Death was in that poison’d wave —And, in its gulf, a fitting graveFor him who thence could solace bringTo his lone imagining -Whose solitary soul could makeAn Eden of that dim lake. https://youtu.be/3OKdS85iPo4 You might enjoy our post Evening Star Written by Edgar Allan…
This post contains affiliate links. If you click a link and make a purchase, Poe in Wonderland will earn a small commission for the referral at no cost to you. Raven Girl is a children’s book written by Audrey Niffenegger about a postman who falls in love with a raven. The Royal Ballet in London performed the story in 2013, and oh how we would have loved to have seen it! A dark fairytale about a raven and the wonders of the world? Check! Ballet? Check! Once there was a Postman who fell in love with a Raven.So begins the tale of a postman who encounters a fledgling raven while on the edge of his route and decides to bring her home. The unlikely couple falls in love and conceives a child―an extraordinary raven girl trapped in a human body.Excerpt from Raven Girl https://youtu.be/AGfax8Y2I5g Sarah Lamb on Wayne McGregor’s Raven…