Poetry

Another Year, but he is remembered…

“But little Mouse, you are not alone, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes of mice and men Go often askew, And leave us nothing but grief and pain, For promised joy! Still you are blest, compared with me!” Robert Burns Robbie Burns was celebrated this past weekend with the traditional Address […]

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Poetry on a Canapé

Kaleidoscopes, those marvelous toys containing mirrors and pieces of coloured glass, amuse us with reflections that change patterns as we move a small tube around and around.  There is a random joy in each transformation that materialises as we gaze with rapt attention through a tiny eyehole. These constantly fluctuating designs are a reminder of […]

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The Month for Poetry

Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote And bathed every veyne in swich licour…. Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,  Geoffrey Chaucer, Prologue to the Canterbury Tales It all started in 1995 when the Academy of American Poets brought together a group of publishers, booksellers, librarians, literary organizations, poets […]

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January, 1795

“In a society where the rights and potential of women are constrained, no man can be truly free. He may have power, but he will not have freedom.” Mary Robinson The first time I heard the name, Mary Robinson, was when I was looking into the life of Emma Hamilton, the great love of Lord […]

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Year End With Christina

Last year I celebrated Christmas with Christina.  Of all the poets, Christina Rossetti understands the inscrutability of the winter season. I thought it was fitting to end the year 2013, with her poetry.  There is much speculation and curiosity surrounding the “secret.”   My preference is to let Christina keep her secret hidden and let the […]

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OTR Celebrates June with Susanna Strickland Moodie

“Ah, Hope! What would life be, stripped of they encouraging smiles, that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of today, for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow.” Susanna Strickland Moodie Susanna Strickland Moodie was born December 6, 1803, to a family of writers and poets.  Her birthplace may have been […]

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