On Sappho’s splendid, sensual, but frustratingly sparse remaining poetic fragments.
Thinking about my Christmas reading, a happening period for literature, and the beauty in epic.
Thinking through Charlotte Mew’s moving reflection on love departing.
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We were delighted when Jess Molyneux got in touch. The youngest contributor to Something Rhymed, Jess first contacted us when she was still a sixth-former. We were impressed and touched that she had traveled from Manchester to Nuneaton to attend the George Eliot Fellowship’s Annual Lecture, which we delivered last…
You really have to start a report on an event at the Portico Library with a comment about being seated under its magnificent domed ceiling (which you can see on the picture). On this particular Thursday in November, it boasted the added bonus of sheltering an award-winning poet. Urmston Grammar English Literature A-Level students got…
Emily Brontë’s three-stanza poem manages to burst with the happiness which hope can bring in twelve stunning lines.
A review of Seamus Heaney’s 2006 collection.
A commentary on and celebration of my favourite poem from Jacob Polley’s ‘Jackself’.
A contemplation of Jacob Polley’s weird and wonderful TS Eliot-prize-winning poetry collection.
Some thoughts on Emily Brontë’s prophesying poem…
A little dissection of Emily Brontë’s poem ‘High Waving Heather’. A tumultuous but magnificent scene of nature in the moonlight is painted by Brontë in this short, simple and stimulating poem.
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