A Year and a Day by Elizabeth Siddal
Slow days have passed that make a year, Slow hours that make a day, Since I could take my first dear love And kiss him the old way; Yet the green leaves touch me on the cheek, Dear Christ, this…
January 8, 2023
”Requiem” Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)
Requiem is a gothic poem by Scottish writer Robert Louis Stevenson, published in the 1890 anthology: Underwoods. It is a short, simple, and intensely musical poem. The interesting thing about Requiem, apart from being one of Robert Louis Stevenson’s best…
”The Haunted Palace” by Edgar Allan Poe
In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace— Radiant palace—reared its head. In the monarch Thought’s dominion, It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow,…
”Goblin Market” By Christina Rossetti
Her lips began to scorch, That juice was wormwood to her tongue, She loath’d the feast: Writhing as one possess’d she leap’d and sung, Rent all her robe, and wrung Her hands in lamentable haste, And beat her breast. Her…
”Alone” by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart…
Ghost House, Robert Frost (1874-1963)
Ghost House, one of Robert Frost’s best poems, transports us to the remains of an old abandoned house, a farm, perhaps. Its spectral nature has nothing to do with the presence of ghosts, but with the memory of its former…
Quia Multum amavi – Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)
Quia Multum amavi —a Latin phrase that means: “because I have loved so much”— is, without a doubt, one of Oscar Wilde’s greatest poems, where his deep admiration for decadence, romanticism, and ancient Latin poems can be observed. In short:…
I Measure Every Grief I Meet – Emily Dickinson
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long – Or did it just begin – I…
