With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots,Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots;Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and clue,Wit's forge and fire-blast, meaning's press and screw. Here we find two brilliant poets wrapped into one poem. This poem is both highly amusing to me and quite intriguing. The more I look at, the more I love …
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Review: Gulliver’s Travels
There were many books I was supposed to have read in school, and I'm pretty sure this is one of them. I can't remember exactly, but it was probably the case with this one as well. But hey, I guess it just wasn't the time yet. So I suggested to my reading group that we …
Poetry: Milton – On Shakespeare
What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones,The labor of an age in pilèd stones,Or that his hallowed relics should be hidUnder a star-ypointing pyramid?Dear son of Memory, great heir of fame,What need’st thou such weak witness of thy name?Thou in our wonder and astonishmentHast built thyself a live-long monument.For whilst to th’ shame of …
On Banned and Challenged Books
Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere. G. K. Chesterton
One year of Where the Moss Grows Old
To be fair, I'm celebrating this first anniversary a little bit late. But Holy Week took precedence! But even without a new baby and one of the highlights of the Church Year, this date sort of snuck up on me. I had been thinking about my book as I've been writing poetry over the last …
Madelyn Rose Craig 