Category: Poetry

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The Worldly Poetry of the Puritans

I’m pleased to have Stephen Wolfe back with us again today for this piece on Puritan poetry. The common understanding of the Puritans, in both popular and academic circles, is that they were hostile to all art, despisers of human...

/ July 1, 2016
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Walt Whitman on Neighbors and Strangers

It is good to remember, especially in light of these presidential primaries, that no era is without its share of baffling endorsements. Andrew Carnegie, whose imperious steel mills did more than perhaps anyone to antagonize the neo-transcendentalist folklore of Leaves...

/ March 10, 2016

Waking in the Dark Wood

Midway this way of life we’re bound upon, I woke to find myself in a dark wood, Where the right way was wholly lost and gone. Canto 1:1-3, Inferno Now, this is an interesting way to start a story. From...

/ August 11, 2011

Italian Sonnet

I AM, the holy smoking fire, Burns bright on Sinai’s awful height; And tremors from His words of might Split wide the earth and shake the pyre Where goat and bull and Self perspire: Vain off’rings for the King of...

/ April 28, 2010

Bethlehem, by Charles Williams

‘Let us go a journey,’ Quoth my soul to my mind, ‘Past the plains of darkness Is a house to find Where for my thirsting I shall have my fill, And from my torment I shall be still.’ ‘Let us...

/ December 25, 2008

Carol, by Dorothy Sayers

The Ox said to the Ass, said he, all on a Christmas night: “Do you hear the pipe of the shepherds a-whistling over the hill? That is the angels’ music they play for their delight, ‘Glory to God in the...

/ December 24, 2008

The Nativity, by CS Lewis

Among the oxen (like an ox I’m slow) I see a glory in the stable grow Which, with the ox’s dullness might at length Give me an ox’s strength. Among the asses (stubborn I as they) I see my Saviour...

/ December 23, 2008

A Christmas Carol, by GK Chesterton

The Christ-child lay on Mary’s lap, His hair was like a light. (O weary, weary were the world, But here is all aright.) The Christ-child lay on Mary’s breast, His hair was like a star. (O stern and cunning are...

/ December 22, 2008

Have a Good Friday

TS Eliot, from Four Quartets: “The wounded surgeon plies the steel That quesions the distempered part; Beneath the bleeding hands we feel The sharp compassion of the healer’s art Resolving the enigma of the fever chart. Our only health is...

/ March 21, 2008

Simple but Lovely Poem on the Nature of Daily Work

I think this poem goes along well with Dorothy Sayers’ “Why Work?” and is a clear statement of the Christian understanding of work. The author is Henry Van Dyke, American poet and writer of that famous hymn, “Joyful, Joyful.” WORK...

/ January 13, 2007