A faultless lyric from 1887 mourns what seems to be repressed gay love Renegade To Arthur Chamberlain But all that now is over. Dreamers of dreams shall not in me discover Fallen remembrances of Holy ...

projected bright on the screen, no twin votives by which you held me and said, I want to feel this way all of the time. No all of the time. Just brief suspensions, sharp lung of breath, my blue car ...

What does Christmas mean to you, Or do you even think of it in all you do? To me it is the time of year, To give a shout and sing a cheer. Be brough to us this Christmas season. As each of us return ...

Cornelius Eady, a National Book Award finalist, shared an excerpt from “Proof,” an original poem he has written for Zohran Mamdani’s inauguration as mayor of New York City. By Jeffery C. Mays The ...

Are song lyrics the same as poems? The members of the Swedish Academy think they are and said as much in 2016 when they awarded the Nobel Prize in literature to Bob Dylan, recognizing him “for having ...

Editor’s Note: Clement Clarke Moore (1779 – 1863) wrote the poem “Twas the Night Before Christmas,” also known as “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” in 1822. It is believed that a family friend sent a copy ...

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all ’cross the state,Folks refreshed their forecast apps, accepting their fate.For December in Wisconsin is anyone’s guess“Will it snow? Will it rain? Will it… ...

Reporter Olivia Nuzzi’s ex-fiancé this week said Health and Human Services Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr. wrote her a poem about inhaling “her aromas” during their alleged affair. Ryan Lizza, ...

Jimmy Fallon wanted to give his Wednesday night viewers a jumpstart on all the shenanigans they can expect on Turkey Day by reciting the famous poem, “Twas the Night Before Thanksgiving.” ...

Forcing an “AI” to do your will isn’t a tall order to fill—just feed it a line that carefully rhymes and you’ll get it to casually kill. (Ahem, sorry, not sure what came over me there.) According to a ...

’Twas the night before reopening, when all through D.C.,Not a worker was stirring — no, not even in Treasury.The cubicles slept in fluorescent-lit gloom,While paperwork lay untouched like a ...

When I first visited Mrs. Lee’s Daffodil Garden around 40 years ago, I left a note in their suggestion box letting them know that they needed to cut or thin some trees in order to keep the daffodils ...