Excerpted from ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by John Keats via Brooklyn Museum MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: ‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too…
National Poetry Month – April 2014
April is National Poetry Month! I will be posting some of my favorite poems — one a day — during the month of April. Please comment, send suggestions and interact. Poetry is fluid! For more information about National Poetry Month, click here.