Daniel R. Leach

About Daniel R. Leach

Daniel R. Leach has written essays on the poetry of Keats and Shelley and on the recitation of poetry for the Schiller Institute’s magazine, Fidelio, and he has conducted workshops and seminars in recitation. Mr. Leach has self-published a collection of poems, entitled Voices on the Wind, and his poems also appear on The Chained Muse, which is dedicated to a revival of classical poetry, as well as on The Society of Classical Poets.

“Dog Dreams”

By |2020-05-09T10:38:02-05:00May 9th, 2020|Categories: Imagination, Poetry|

I Sometimes I imagine that I am still young, Like an old sleeping dog in his dreams; His legs move, and he pants at the air with his tongue, As he chases an object which seems To embody the world of his hopes and desires, And all that he ever could be— For that vision [...]

On the Anniversary of Percy Bysshe Shelley’s Birth

By |2019-08-03T07:44:10-05:00August 3rd, 2019|Categories: Culture, History, Literature, Poetry|

Percy Bysshe Shelley’s extensive reading of the greatest classical thinkers led him to a deep love of beauty. Though he was hounded out of his country, slandered and ostracized, he became, after his death, immortal, as his works spread and succeeding generations were able to experience their beauty and profundity. Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) is [...]

John Keats’ “Great Odes” & the Sublime

By |2019-06-13T11:29:19-05:00June 12th, 2019|Categories: Culture, Literature, Poetry|

When John Keats died in Rome on February 23, 1821, at the age of 25, the world lost one of the greatest poetic geniuses it had ever known. Although much of what would undoubtedly have been his greatest work was unfinished—and as much scattered about in, or only hinted at in his letters—his published works [...]

“Poems Unwritten”

By |2019-05-21T12:57:25-05:00May 21st, 2019|Categories: Culture, Imagination, Poetry|

Sometimes, when the light and the mists of the day Settle holy and soft on the edge of the night, When the sights and the sounds of the world melt away, And the vision that lives in the soul takes flight, That feeling comes on I felt since I was young, Of poems unwritten and [...]

“Evening Flight”

By |2020-05-06T12:09:42-05:00April 3rd, 2019|Categories: Culture, Poetry|

The sun appeared to linger long and low Upon the western sea of clouds that day, And for a moment draw the soul away To sacred places only spirits know— Where from some source of beauty, seem to flow Eternal mysteries of things unseen, That somehow we can briefly glimpse between This light, and shadow [...]

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