It Came Upon A Midnight Clear by Edmund Sears 1849 It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold: “Peace on the earth, good will to men, from heaven’s all-gracious King.” The world in solemn stillness lay, To hear the angels…

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.  If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here. I’m learning I must read at least ten or even twenty poems before I find one I want to feature here.  Not because the others aren’t wonderful, but because I want to share…

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.  If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here. I love this time of year.  I love the traditions that come with it, religious and otherwise, although I could be easily persuaded not to love shopping or worrying if a gift carefully…

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.  If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here. Today’s poem by Wendell Berry comes just as our December holidays begin.  How To Be a Poet is as much about a contemplative life of appreciation and connection as it is about poetry.  While…

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.  If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here. Did you have enough of family this week?  If you live in the U.S., did you spend the Thanksgiving holiday with relatives you rarely see and who are determined each year to prove you have nothing…

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.  If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here. Searching for  Thanksgiving poems to share with you, I discarded a number.  Some wandered through territory I didn’t want to travel.  Others made me wonder whether the poet was grateful for anything and if…

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.  If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here. Despite a four hour debacle last week, which ended in triumph when a CVS pharmacist squatted beside a chair in the storeroom and gave me a hard-won flu shot, I still came down with…

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.  If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here. Last week Northern Virginia had snow on the ground.  Before Halloween.  Unheard of.  Of course it was nothing like the 20 inches some places farther north received.  I remember my first winter in NW Pennsylvania,…

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.  If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here. I had to smile when The Printer’s Error by Aaron Fogel showed up in my mailbox from Poetry 180 this week.  How can any novelist not love this one, particularly a novelist who just…

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.  If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here. At a time when jobs, professions and class warfare are very much in the headlines all over the world, and Occupied DC is only fifteen minutes from my front door, Who Burns for the…