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Here are links to the 20th-27th poems that T.E. Lawrence wrote out in Minorities , his pocket book of blank pages. They're all from his ...

This morning I read Edward Wong's article in the New York Times ( The Heights Traveled to Subdue Tibet ) and immediately thought of a bo...

MY new-cut ashlar takes the light   Where crimson-blank the windows flare; By my own work, before the night,   Great Overseer, I make my pra...

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,       Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake,       And no birds sing. Oh wh...

Concerns about the demise of newspapers continue to occupy the minds of thoughtful bloggers. This, you might say, is more than a bit ironic...

Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun,      Which was my sin, though it were done before? Wilt Thou forgive that sin through which I run,...

I just finished reading Tom Vanderbilt's book, Traffic , which details causes and results of Americans' passion for motor cars. He ...

NOT unto us, O Lord, Not unto us the rapture of the day, The peace of night, or love's divine surprise, High heart, high speech, high de...

Who hath given man speech? or who hath set therein A thorn for peril and a snare for sin? For in the word his life is and his breath,      A...

Strange grows the river on the sunless evenings! The river comforts me, grown spectral, vague and dumb: Long was the day; at last the consol...

O sähst du, voller Mondenschein, Zum letztenmal auf meine Pein, Den ich so manche Mitternacht An diesem Pult herangewacht: Dann, iiber Bfich...

My thoughts came drifting down the Prison where I lay — Through the Windows of their Wings the stars were shining — The wings bore me away —...