The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock tree Has given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued. I've mentioned before in previous posts that I have a particular love of short poetry. This piece is no different. I think I first read Frost's poem …
Sometimes, I find that I relate strongly with the writer of Ecclesiastes. For those who don't know, this is the book of the Bible that seems a little out of place and appears to merely state that everything is "meaningless" or "vanity." But sometimes, life feels a little like that. Often when I am feeling …
Now I saw in my dream, that just as they had ended this talk they drew near to a very miry slough, that was in the midst of the plain; and they, being heedless, did both fall suddenly into the bog. The name of the slough was Despond. Here, therefore, they wallowed for a time, …
To suppose that any form of government will secure liberty or happiness without any virtue in the people, is a chimerical idea. ~ James Madison Though the idea has since escaped us in recent days, it was once widely recognized that people are corrupt. People are sinful, evil, desiring wrongdoing. It is only through careful …
A paper I wrote at university, taking a historical-critical approach to T.S. Eliot's well-know, and difficult, poem. Considering alone the fact that this is a Modernist piece of poetry should be enough to convince anyone of its difficulty. Thankfully, T.S. Eliot was merely one of the forerunners of this short period, resulting in many …
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Madelyn Rose Craig 