Sherman Yellen: Obama, Emily Dickinson, Hope and Me

It's a short poem but well worth reading past its first catch-phrase line. I haven't done so since college and that was when Emily Dickinson may well have been alive. Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in

Heard By a Bird from Phoenicia, New York

… Emily Dickinson, but I never really understood her poems until I practiced crystal reading. Suddenly I read poem number 361, and felt my whole upper torso tingling. Sparrow: Which one is poem number 361? Horge: Here

A wing and a prayer

Birds have always been endowed with symbolic portent – from Chekhov to Hitchcock to Twitter. We ignore their decline at our peril. There are glimmers of hope, but only if we act now urges Margaret Atwood How to

Q&A: Joyce Carol Oates

… Bird Of Heaven. When were you happiest? On two dates: 23 January 1961 and 13 March 2009 (my two weddings). What is your greatest fear? What we all fear – the loss of meaning and significance in our lives. What is

A wing and a prayer

Birds have always been endowed with symbolic portent – from Chekhov to Hitchcock to Twitter. We ignore their decline at our peril. There are glimmers of hope, but only if we act now urges Margaret Atwood How to

Margaret Atwood: act now to save our birds

Birds have always been endowed with symbolic portent – from Chekhov to Hitchcock to Twitter. We ignore their decline at our peril. There are glimmers of hope, but only if we act now urges Margaret Atwood How to

'Project Runway' And Poetry

… bird. Many poets, like many designers, love technical challenges; some poets have organized books (Robyn Schiff's baroque "Worth," Angie Estes's nimble "Chez Nous") around haute couture. No wonder, then, that "Project

Water, water, everywhere

… Emily Dickinson and Baudelaire. Oh, sorry - the porn star connection? She goes by the cyber-name of "Cytherea", a nickname for Aphrodite, one of whose birthplaces was the isle of Cythera. The effect of all this is

John Lundberg: Basking In The Election Afterglow

… every day since), and things that didn't seem possible just a week ago now suddenly seem possible. As Obama said in his victory speech: "The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in

“Hopefully” Brian?

… Emily Dickinson said: Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune–without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could