Something glittered in the sandy bank. Gull circled noisily, but no one else was there More than a breeze was off the bay, But the clouds were motionless, Unaware of the bite below. Scattered reeds bent back toward the cottages, The early sunlight was bitter still. Sand … [Read more...]

Descending out of heaven Into Minneapolis, I saw outside the plane A hard, bright autumn.   Far below, a parking lot, Crammed with automobiles, Flared with momentary glory Like Hopkins’ shook foil. … [Read more...]

Yesterday New St. Andrews had the great privilege of hosting Chris Wiman, editor of Poetry magazine, as he addressed us all at our weekly Disputatio. His talk and answers during the Q&A were really informative, and the reading he did of some of his poems was just fabulous. … [Read more...]

Just finished reading The Trouble With Poetry by Billy Collins (and other poems, the subtitle helpfully adds), and was struck by how metaphor handles are on everything, and how you just need to know how to find them. Most people just look at things right side up, but others -- … [Read more...]

When strings are pulled taut, the cello is tuned, The wood holds the wine that is seasoned and old. Dark music poured out and emptied the cask, And rolled in my goblet, rich, tawny and told How holiness tastes, how righteousness laughs.   You shall be as God, the great … [Read more...]

Marian obedience, the jewelry of God, has adorned      the gracious necks of many women,           hearts rejoicing in God their … [Read more...]