Your words are worth a thousand of most folks'plucked from the mountain air you walk within,the lake shore which abounds in ancient oaksthe rivers and the valleys in between The landscape of my youth, and of of my homeenriched your lines through seasons out of timethis sacred landscape I am blessed to roamrolls off the... Continue Reading →
This week, I had the privilege to visit Wordsworth's former homes of Dove Cottage in Grasmere, and Rydal Mount just a few miles down the road. I also got to hear his family read his poetry, which was an unforgettable experience. So in today's Love Letter, let me tell you all about Wordsworth's Grasmere. The... Continue Reading →
In today's entry, I take a look at another poem by Seamus Heaney, 'The Blackbird of Glanmore,' and the extended metaphor of the 'house of life' presented therein. It's something I've been thinking about a lot during this strange period of quarantine, with a little time and stillness to reflect upon my life and re-evaluate... Continue Reading →
