Month: January 2017

  • Greenough’s Statue of Medora

    Greenough’s Statue of Medora by Richard Henry Dana   Medora, wake!—nay, do not wake!   I would not stir that placid brow,   Nor lift those lids, though light should break Warm from the twin blue heavens that lie below.   Sleep falls on thee, as on the streams   The summer moon. Touched by its might,   The soul comes […]

  • Reading Poetry

    Excerpt from Adam’s Curse by William Butler Yeats We sat together at one summer’s end, That beautiful mild woman, your close friend, And you and I, and talked of poetry. I said, ‘A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment’s thought, Our stitching and unstitching has been naught. […]