This month, the star of our Poetry Reading Club is America’s first “celebrity poet”: Walt Whitman. Born in 1819, on Long Island, New York, Whitman lived through the great events of nineteenth-century America, i.e., the Civil War, the end of slavery, and the assassination of President Lincoln; westward expansion and the settling of the American
“April,” wrote T.S. Eliot, “is the cruelest month, breeding / Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing / Memory and desire, stirring / Dull roots with spring rain.” Eliot had his own reasons for taking such a dour view of the season which poets have traditionally celebrated for its associations with fertility and new life.
Poem of the month: “Colors passing through us,” by Marge Piercy Welcome to the first session of the Afternoon Poetry Club. Valentine’s Day is about to pass by this week so we’re going to think about love, or rather, about love poems in this first session. Roses are red, Violets are blue, Sugar is sweet, And so are