There was a scarcity of chairs, and Whitman, rising to receive us, offered me ... love and faith. To sum all in a sentence, I should say that his main purpose was to bring into his poems Nature ...

I know this is not a good idea, and that being in love, I could be spending my ... In which case, who would ring me to tell? Nobody knows. The future is a long gloved hand. An empty cup.

And it ends, "It doesn't matter anymore/ If nobody loves us." The refrain "It doesn't matter anymore," hit me hard. It sounded like a desperate cry: "Are you abandoning us?" The poem ran in the ...

"Face Me I Face You" shows that nobody can be prescriptive about this genre, that poetry defies prescription, and is room for ...

Spooner, two independent developers who crafted a vision of the Scottish Borders entirely out of action figures and modeling ...

Jelly Roll performed for prisoners at the Oregon State Penitentiary this week, saying it felt good to try to inspire others ...

These were the words Vincent van Gogh sent to his brother Theo from Arles on 18 September 1888. He had arrived in ...

An exciting book with no words, a murder mystery, an author mocking their own pain and a poetic masterpiece highlight this ...

(Have you met me?) First, the idea of “best” is pretty ... Given that more than 1 million new books are published in the U.S. every year, nobody, but nobody, has read them all to be able ...

The girls will scream and nobody will care ... “It’s a poem that I put to music,” said Love. And I love doing it every night. It just takes me back to those times, you know.

A host of sexy seniors (including Kelsey's dad) did their best to impress Joan Vassos, the first-ever Golden Bachelorette.