Category Archives: Poetry

“Certain You Approve”

“Certain you approve.” For some reason, this line has been stuck in my head for a week or two now. It’s the sort of thing my wife and I regularly say to each other, a snippet from a song or … Continue reading

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To Hear About a Martyr and a Hero

I had been prepared yesterday to talk about kings and prophets, but instead got to hear about a martyr and a hero. Friday was the day before Fall Break here in Sewanee, and my last class of the week was the … Continue reading

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The Bard on Beach Street

I was walking down Beach Street in Boston’s Chinatown the last week, and came across a bust of Shakespeare carved in high relief on the wall of a building. No sign, no plaque, nothing to explain why Shakespeare might be … Continue reading

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Precious Moldering Pleasures

A precious—mouldering pleasure—’tis— To meet an Antique Book— In just the Dress his Century wore— A privilege—I think— His venerable Hand to take— And warming in our own— A passage back—or two—to make— To Times when he—was young— His quaint … Continue reading

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Crazy Salad: new and old views

Helen being chosen found life flat and dull And later had much trouble from a fool, While that great Queen, that rose out of the spray, Being fatherless could have her way Yet chose a bandy-leggèd smith for man. It’s … Continue reading

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Julius Caesar, the Hulk, and other Illeists

I’m getting ready to teach Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar this morning, and am reminded of the protagonist’s tendency to refer to himself in the third person, as in Act I scene 2: Who is it in the press that calls on me? … Continue reading

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Ave atque Vale, Michael

I often went over to watch election returns with Michael Hurst. He was a Republican, and I a Democrat; he a devoted Southerner, and I a “Massachusetts-American,” as he said. We disagreed on almost everything about national politics and agreed on … Continue reading

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