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Oxford University's first female Professor of Poetry resigned Monday after acknowledging she had helped publicize charges that her rival for the post had sexually harassed a former student.
First lady Michelle Obama says the White House is a place where people should feel free to speak their minds. To that end, she and President Barack Obama welcomed actors, poets and writers to the East Room on Tuesday.
Nobel literature laureate Derek Walcott has withdrawn from the contest for a prestigious position at Oxford University after anonymous letters criticizing him were sent to professors.
Poet Fanny Howe has received a $100,000 prize for lifetime achievement.
Wynton Marsalis didn't bring his trumpet to the podium during Wednesday night's poetry benefit at Lincoln Center. But he did hum a few bars as he half-sang, half-recited Sterling A. Brown's "Riverbank Blues."
Poets & Writers, a nonprofit literary organization, has received a $2 million donation to support its Jackson Poetry Prize, a $50,000 award founded in 2007 for emerging American poets.
Jordanian police arrested a local writer Tuesday for incorporating verses of the Quran, the Muslim holy book, into his love poetry, a judicial official said.
Former U.S. poet laureate Louise Glueck has been awarded the Wallace Stevens Award, a $100,000 prize for "outstanding and proven mastery in the art of poetry," the Academy of American Poets announced Tuesday.
Thousands of dissidents silenced under Argentina's military dictatorship — tortured, executed and made to "disappear" in the so-called Dirty War against dissent — are gaining new voice through poetry.
When you're done loading your iPod with Better than Ezra and Carlos Santana, why not try a little Ezra Pound or William Carlos Williams?
English poet and journalist James Fenton has been awarded the 2007 Queen's Gold Medal for Poetry.
British entertainment company 57 Productions launched a new Web site Tuesday which allows users to download and listen to poetry on their MP3 players and iPods.
"We are what we eat." Probably the most often heard truism about food and cooking around these days. Some folks say it originates from the Aruyveda, the ancient Indian science of life, "You are what you eat" and its teachings of attaining a balance in one's diet.
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan PoeA Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe - Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong, who deem That
Every morning brings the hope of the new day, Sights that sweeten our lives, bring joy to our souls. As we walk barefoot through dew soaked grass, We relish in silence that early morning brings. As the sun climbs above the horizon, Visions of newborn shadows give us evidence …
DAY DAWNERS Awake day dawners, you sleepy yawners! A new day dawns, life's chasm yawns! ---------------------------- mindbringer, 7 November 2009
As dawn arrives while birds are singing,the human race is waking up. Coffee pots percolate while children laugh and cry to sounds of TV. The sun shines through the window with cool air warming. What will I wear today? Long sleeve or short sleeve? Pants or shorts? The news ech …
Orders are here, it is time to go. My counterpart wants to come home. Someone must take their place, it is me. Reporting for deployment is familiar, Something is different in the air, The alarm going off in my head must be a projection. We are safe here, still upon friendly …
It's the yellow and purple, the blue and orange, the Red Sox nation, Damn Yankees and fantasy first fives Jessica, so we must be having a good time at the Lodge, here where you're whispering to Cam about something you'd never whisper to me about, but I don't mind, the communal cr …
Imagine soda without it,, no carbonated zing No tickling the nostrils! What pleasure would that bring. Imagine all the people brainwashed and deceived praising government control.. convinced and so relieved Imagine all the people zombies, If you will
Founder Of Dead Poets Society Visits Bards' GravesThe real Dead Poet's Society founder completes an amazing journey to enlighten us all. I tried to seed this in time for Halloween, but, still apropos methinks!
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As I walk through those lobby doors, I see a tall handsome boy, who is he? His head turns looks my way, his expression says wow, who is he? As I walk from class to class, I see him yet again, who is he? Like he can't get enough of me. He smiles my way, who is he?
I Wait In The House of Mourning by freebirdreaming He walks with me, I in the sun, he in shadow pearly sparks thrown intentioned into the path I choose my humanity is out of style He resolves it for me renders my adversity impotent, yet still a tool.
We grew up hard and grew up fast, We created memories built to last. On the river, in the woods and through the marsh, We lived life through times that were somewhat harsh. We each coped with life in various ways, Grew strong and wild in those hot humid days. The paths we t …
SONNET IN BEE FLAT There must be a place (but I've yet to find one) beneath the Sol-drawn dawn of autumn skies where cut-throat trout still find the heart to run and the fullness of Summer's life never dies.
EQUINOX FOX Vernon the aqua fox, swim fast 'ere Summer's fall; wade wide-streamed Autumn's lull. Your rust red coat and socks of white will fade at snowfall's call and, hunting just to keep kits full, at moon you'll howl and nip but fail at Winter's icy onslought gale.
SEA KING The sea. The sea... In my reverie, I seek my tea. ------------------------- mindbringer, 16 October 2009
Reading Between the Lines of Obama's Poetry by Jonah Goldberg on National Review OnlineIs the poetry a means to an actual end? Or is it all there is?
Toilet plays mind games. Poop felt, poop on paper but, Nothing in the bowl. As sure as the Sun, Boners will rise in the 'morn, Either may wake you. I don't want to look, But that's just the way it is, When you wipe your butt.
The Rite Of Spring in Six Scenes by 'DeX' SCENE I "What do you want?"
Blood of my blood you are not, but into my life you came. You continued my growth & cultivation, yet never altered my name. I battled you each step of every day but you loved me and gave me time. To grow up and understand that, life does not always have sanity nor rhyme. …
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