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 [...]

Horace on Decorum

By |2019-06-04T22:47:12-05:00June 4th, 2019|Categories: Beauty, Imagination, Letters From Dante Series, Louis Markos, Poetry, Senior Contributors|

My friends of the future, you may think that the arts have changed radically between my age and yours, but they have not. The relationship between form and content remains constant and must ever be honored and obeyed if one is to earn the title of poet. Author’s Introduction: Imagine if Homer, Virgil, Dante, [...]

A Sonnet for Ascension Day

By |2019-05-30T12:17:42-05:00May 30th, 2019|Categories: Christianity, Imagination, Poetry|

Here is a sonnet for Ascension Day, the glorious finale of the Easter Season. In the mystery of the Ascension we reflect on the way in which, in one sense, Christ ‘leaves’ us and is taken away into Heaven, but in another sense he is given to us and to the world in a new and [...]

In the Ruins of Babylon: The Poetic “Genius” of John Keats

By |2019-05-29T23:11:39-05:00May 29th, 2019|Categories: Christianity, Culture, Love, Paul Krause, Poetry, Religion, Senior Contributors|

The poetry of John Keats is a window into the mad genius of the Romantics: their lusts and hopes; their ambitions and ignorance; their radicalism and fantasies. In reading Keats, one is simultaneously scandalized and sympathetic to the longing of the Romantic heart. “The best things we have come from madness.” John Keats died [...]

The Fields of Ypres

By |2019-05-28T15:07:33-05:00May 27th, 2019|Categories: Memorial Day, Poetry, War|

Along the fields in Ypres, graves were dug to house the fallen men who would never again ache for their brides’ embraces or return to school after the war was over. They were lying in a foreign land, while poppies grew above them; a symbol of a sweeter part of life amidst the horror of [...]

“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 [...]

“Widow”

By |2019-04-16T15:49:03-05:00April 17th, 2019|Categories: Culture, Imagination, Poetry|

As I sat beside the fire A chill descended upon the room The remnants of a funeral pyre A guide as if from fabled Tyre. A spirit from beyond the pale Standing in the dim lit night Aged and beautiful seemed her fate Her visage a grim and fearful light. […]

Percy Bysshe Shelley’s Spring Wisdom: “To a Skylark”

By |2019-04-10T22:35:52-05:00April 10th, 2019|Categories: Christine Norvell, Literature, Poetry, Senior Contributors|

Appreciating poetry begins with finding poetry you like, poems you’re drawn to, poems that resonate and delight. Over the years, I’ve come to realize that I most enjoy the Romantics or those moderns who have a romantic flair. As the seasons change, and spring breaks from winter, I especially delight in the work of [...]

“The Nihilism of the Empty Tomb”

By |2019-04-05T13:13:21-05:00April 5th, 2019|Categories: Christianity, History, Literature, Poetry|

They seek him here; they seek him there. Those Frenchies seek him everywhere. Is he in heaven?—Is he in hell? That damned, elusive Pimpernel!  —The Scarlet Pimpernel, Baroness Orczy “Come now, let us be reasonable men as befits us in this epoch, this age, of enlightenment. If such it be, then why must we continue [...]

“Evening Flight”

By |2019-04-03T14:08:24-05:00April 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 [...]