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Wild Nights — Wild Nights!Were I with theeWild Nights should beOur luxury! Futile — the Winds —To a Heart in port —Done with the Compass —Done with the Chart! Rowing in Eden —Ah, the Sea!Might I but moor — Tonight —In Thee! Source: PoetryinVoice.com To learn more about Emily Dickinson you can visit our blog post “A Short Bio on Emily Dickinson and the Poem that Captured Me”. Photo by Wendy Maeda/The Boston Globe via Getty Images You might also enjoy Frost’s Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, The Road not Taken, Ghost House, and Mending Wall.

https://youtu.be/LZ055ilIiN4 This young lady is only 22 years old and recites her original poem for the inauguration. Ms. Gorman is the National Youth Poet Laureate. What amazing talent she has and she made history today. One to listen to in the years to come. Gorman made history on Wednesday by becoming the youngest person ever to write and recite a poem during an inauguration. The Los Angeles native described her background in the powerful composition as a “skinny Black girl, descended from slaves and raised by a single mother [who] can dream of becoming president, only to find herself reciting for one.”ET Online article by Desiree Murphy Cover image credit: CONVIRON ALTATIS

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening BY ROBERT FROST Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Source: PoetryFoundation.org This photograph was taken in 1915 to publicize the American release of Frost’s first book of poetry, “A Boy’s Will”.NH Historical Society Granite State Stories: Robert Frost publishes ‘New Hampshire’ Published: 6/29/2018 The Granite State’s most celebrated poet, Robert Frost, wrote works that…

The night is darkening round me,The wild winds coldly blow;But a tyrant spell has bound me,And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bendingTheir bare boughs weighed with snow;The storm is fast descending,And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me,Wastes beyond wastes below;But nothing drear can move me;I will not, cannot go. Source: Poets of the English Language (Viking Press, 1950) Cover image credit:Photo by Lucas Ludwig on Unsplash

Fall, leaves, fallby Emily Bronte Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;Lengthen night and shorten day;Every leaf speaks bliss to meFluttering from the autumn tree.I shall smile when wreaths of snowBlossom where the rose should grow;I shall sing when night’s decayUshers in a drearier day. Source: Poets of the English Language (Viking Press, 1950) Featured imageCredit to: Autumn in Savernake Forest, near Marlborough, Wiltshire. Photograph: Anna Stowe/Alamy

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost in 1943. (Eric Schaal/The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images) Cover photo credit: Jennifer Graham

I’ve discovered the work of Charles Bukowsi in the last few years. I’m learning he was controversial and considered offensive by some. I haven’t delved that deeply yet to find what all of the critics see, but I really like his quotes and the poems I have read. Not ashamed to say I first heard of him through the movie Beautiful Creatures. One of the main characters wants to be a writer and is fascinated by his work. The name Bukowski stuck in my head. In 1986 Time called Bukowski a “laureate of American lowlife”. Source: PoemHunter.com Regarding Bukowski’s enduring popular appeal, Adam Kirsch of The New Yorker wrote, “the secret of Bukowski’s appeal. . . [is that] he combines the confessional poet’s promise of intimacy with the larger-than-life aplomb of a pulp-fiction hero.” Source: PoemHunter.com I discovered this poem this morning and had to post it. “So you want…

One of my favorite poets is Emily Dickinson. She was born on December 10, 1830, in Amherst Massachusetts. She wrote 1,800 poems in her lifetime that we know of for certain. I vividly remember sitting in class as a junior in high school and having to analyze her poem “Because I Could Not Stop for Death” and it made a lasting impact on me. For a woman who lived in only one place, and had little outside social discourse later in life, she had an extraordinary grasp on the natural and spiritual worlds. We can only piece together what we’ve found for certain to know what her life was like. A fascinating character who lived and died within the 19th century and whose poetry made intangible things into the tangible. Who was influenced by Wordsworth and Emerson yet wrote in her own unique voice. Photo Credit: Britannica.com Because I could…

Robert Frost wrote a poem “Mending Wall” in 1914 as part of an anthology of poems, North of Boston. I recently wrote about a public art organization in Richmond called Mending Walls RVA. Mending Walls’ mission is to bring together artists from different cultures and backgrounds to create murals to inspire healing and connection within communities. I discovered them through their collaboration with the Poe Museum. Their name was inspired by the Frost poem about two neighbors who meet every year in a pastoral setting to repair the wall between their properties. Mending Walls RVA takes inspiration in the narrator of the poem posing the question of what life could be like if we did tear down walls between us. This is a simplified statement of what these words mean to them, and I would encourage you to visit their site to learn more about how they interpret the words…

When we opened our email announcing the reopening of Richmond’s Poe Museum, we learned about a new initiative growing in the city. Mending Walls is a public art project seeking to spark conversation and healing in communities and let the world know that Black Lives Matter. We hope you’ll look them up, and if you have a business, consider allowing them to share their art on your walls. The information below is pulled directly from their website and the Poe Museum’s post. Photo Credit: Mending Walls The Mission Mending Walls is a public art project that brings together public artists from different cultures and backgrounds to create murals that address where we are now in society and how we can move forward through understanding and collaboration. Mending Walls pairs up artists of different backgrounds to create unique connections and give them an opportunity to tell their story collaboratively in an…

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