Tag Archives: Elizabeth Barrett Browning

On Year 5: April’s Poems


Happy National Poetry Month! It’s also the first full month of spring, but it hasn’t really felt like it:  April snow, April frost, April freeze.  It’s been cold and miserable, for the most part.  T. S. Eliot knew what he was talking about when he said it was the cruellest month.   April 1, Wednesday: …

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On Year 3: February’s Poems


This month I was ambivalent.  I wanted to read poems about love, after a fashion, because of Valentine’s Day.  But this February was also full of winter, full of snow, and so many snow poems presented themselves.  Thus, I waffled back and forth.  Top this all off with a healthy dose of restlessness, and there …

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On the Second February’s Poems


Happy Leap Year!  Happy Leap Day! Happy February!  Happy Groundhog Day! Happy Valentine’s Day!  Happy winter vacation! I tried to fill this month with love poems, but wasn’t always successful.  However, I have to say that I got a surprising reaction to Pablo Neruda from the students–they loved him!  I think it has to do …

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On Reading at Mayo Street Arts


It’s a church. At least it used to be. I hadn’t been to Mayo Street Arts, off the Franklin Arterial in Portland, ever.  Not even when the building was dedicated to St. Ansgar, the apostle of the north, and home to a parish of Danish Lutherans. Until the other night, of course, when Lori Desrosiers, …

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On My Conversation with Elizabeth Barrett Browning


A thousand years ago, when I was quite young and reading my grandparents’ de-accessioned Reader’s Digest Condensed Books in order, I read The Barretts of Wimpole Street. Because it was there, of course, and for no other reason.  After all this time I have a vague recollection of Elizabeth’s overbearing and overprotective father, a man …

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On November: NaNoWriMo and PAD Challenge


The other day I received an email from a former student in my writing class.  Chris wanted to let me know he was still writing, but that he’d been stuck lately on the first ten pages of a story–he kept rewriting those pages and never got any further.  Then he asked whether I was familiar …

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On October’s Poems


Continuing my practice, since the conference at the Frost Place, of beginning classes by reading poetry…   This year the advent of October, and the end of baseball season, and the looming of winter, left me with a feeling of dread.  I hoped to combat that with the poems I chose to open my classes …

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