A Saturday Woman Makar , Liz Lochead.

Poets need not be garlanded; the poet's head should be innocent of the leaves of the sweet bay tree, twisted. All honour goes to poetry. And poets need no laurels. Why be lauded for the love of trying to nail the disembodied image with that one plain word to make it palpable; for listening in [...]

XLII- Sonnets From the Portuguese By Elizabeth Barrett-Browning

XLII- Sonnets From the Portuguese By Elizabeth Barrett-Browning

My future will not copy fair my past — I wrote that once, and thinking at my side My ministering life-angel justified The word by his appealing look upcast To the white throne of God, I turned at last, And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied To angels in thy soul! Then I, long tried [...]