Literature

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's ...

To His Watch, When He Could Not Sleep Edward, Lord Herbert of CherburyUncessant Minutes, whilst you move you ...

The New York Philharmonic held their last ensemble for the 2012–2013 season on June 16, ending the series ...

Ottawa is lucky to have a writers’ festival committed to bringing world-class thinkers to the capital city every ...

This year's PEN World Voices festival is honing in on the theme of "bravery"—in art, politics, and everyday ...

John Wood’s second book, ‘Creating Room to Read: A Story of Hope in the Battle for Global Literacy’, ...

The Park Avenue Armory this weekend will host a celebration of human curiosity. The New York Antiquarian Book ...

A reading of ‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.'

Wong visited Decatur this fall to promote “Foraged Flavor” which she co-wrote with chef Eddy Leroux. She strolled ...

This poem describes perhaps one of the greatest and most excruciating delights in life: watching people dance badly.

Oscar winner dies: Ruth Prawer Jhabvala's 85 years of life were spread across three continents. Known for her ...

In Whitman’s poem we stare out of an ordinary barnyard door and the view is breathtaking and sublime.

This novel is warm, amusing and fast-paced. The cast of characters is eclectic . The quips are witty, ...

This novel is warm, amusing and fast-paced. The cast of characters is eclectic . The quips are witty, ...

The war drum is pounding. Does it ever stop? The drum pounded for John Scott and it pounds ...

One face looks out from all his canvasses, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans;

Today, when we turn to read Pope’s “An Essay on Man,” the debate between religion and reason rages ...

The moment we start reading this poem by Robert Louis Stevenson, we plunge into the joy of pure ...

Mystery and wonder are at the very root of human existence. Without them, our lives would be barren.

One of poetry's great powers is to remind us of the obvious, while we distract ourselves with the ...

What is the secret to happiness? ... For Sir Henry Wotton, happiness equals freedom—a freedom that exists somewhere ...

In this poem John Keats finds "Elysium," or heaven, in the local bar...

Have you ever undergone a conversion experience? One where, in a sudden flash, you fundamentally changed your perspective? ...

What is our response to death? Not in the abstract but in the horribly, humiliatingly particular? What is ...

Good and bad, right and wrong. Without these basic moral distinctions, what kind of life could we lead?

When is a clock not a clock?...