We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Our Recent Essays Behind the Front Page
Saturday, June 27. 2015
The Death of the Hired Man
(the rest of this poem is below the fold-)
Continue reading "Saturday Verse: Robert Frost"
Saturday, June 20. 2015
The Ballad of East and West
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet
Rest of his poem below on Continuation page
Continue reading "Saturday Verse: Kipling"
Sunday, June 14. 2015
Now I've always been the kind of person that doesn't like to trespass but sometimes
Saturday, June 13. 2015
You, Andrew Marvell
And here face down beneath the sun
And here upon earth's noonward height
To feel the always coming on
The always rising of the night:
To feel creep up the curving east
The earthy chill of dusk and slow
Upon those under lands the vast
And ever climbing shadow grow
And strange at Ecbatan the trees
And now at Kermanshah the gate
And Baghdad darken and the bridge
And deepen on Palmyra's street
And over Sicily the air
And Spain go under and the shore
Nor now the long light on the sea:
And here face downward in the sun
Who was Connecticut's adopted Archibald MacLeish? A poet, and a Captain of artillery in WW1, and a lot of other things.
Saturday, June 6. 2015
I think she wrote this when Robert Lowell died.
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
Saturday, May 30. 2015
Saturday, May 23. 2015
That time of year thou may'st in me behold
Saturday, May 16. 2015
I sometimes fear the younger generation will be deprived
Saturday, May 2. 2015
Saturday, April 25. 2015
It's his birthday week. The youth may not know what a talented fellow he was with words, rhythm, wit, and wisdom, and it's tough to know that if you are under age 18 or more. Shakespeare: The Ultimate Dead White Male? Every word he wrote is best read aloud.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Saturday, April 18. 2015
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Saturday, April 11. 2015
If on a summer afternoon a man should find himself
Saturday, March 28. 2015
A Hymn to God the Father
Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallow'd in, a score?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.
I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;
But swear by thyself, that at my death thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore;
And, having done that, thou hast done;
I fear no more.
Saturday, March 21. 2015
There lived a carl in Kellyburn Braes,
Saturday, March 14. 2015
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird (1917)
Saturday, March 7. 2015
Wiki: ″The Nymph′s Reply to the Shepherd″ (1596), by Sir Walter Raleigh, is a poem that responds to ″The Passionate Shepherd to His Love″ by Christopher Marlowe (published in 1599) wherein the courted nymph presents her rejection of the shepherd's invitation to pastoral life as perpetual idyll. We posted that Marlow poem a couple of weeks ago here.
The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd
If all the world and love were young,
Saturday, February 28. 2015
Written the night before his death in 1618, this version of the last stanza of one of Raleigh's earlier poems was found in the flyleaf of his Bible in the Abbey Gatehouse at Westminster. Sir Walter was one heck of a fellow.
Saturday, February 21. 2015
The Simple Truth
Saturday, February 14. 2015
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Come live with me and be my love,
Saturday, February 7. 2015
The Snow Man
One must have a mind of winter
And have been cold a long time
Of the January sun; and not to think
Which is the sound of the land
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
Saturday, January 31. 2015
A short excerpt from Snowbound: A Winter Idyl (1866):
Yet, haply, in some lull of life,
Ahhh, the benediction of the air. Read the entire wonderful but old-fashioned-sounding 1865 poem by the great north of Boston newspaper editor and abolitionist here.
He made a lot of money from that poem. Whittier's home, to which the poem refers, stands in Haverhill, MA. It's a sentimental poem you can read to the kids - with feeling! Especially on a snowbound day.
Friday, January 23. 2015
Dylan's recording on Empire Burlesque is better and deeper than this one with Patti Smith, but this is all I could find.
The remarkable lyrics:
Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside
Tuesday, January 20. 2015
The (no math) science of fire
He included this oldie but goodie in his post:
Beechwood fires burn bright and clear
Oaken logs, if dry and old
Saturday, January 17. 2015
The keen stars were twinkling,
Shelley was not a typical Maggie's Farm sort of fellow. He was a fan of all of the hip and rebellious ideas of the early 1800s: vegetarianism, free love, atheism, (and anti-monarchism and related radical politics of the time), and he always seemed to be chasing 16 year-old girls.
Saturday, January 3. 2015
The Gods of the Copybook Headings, 1919 (here's what a copybook is, and, by "markets," he means the political speakers in the marketplace of ideas)
AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
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