Poem of the Day: William Ernest Henley’s “Invictus”
Sonnet LI Summer so histrionic, marvelous dirty days is not genuine it shines forth from the faces littered with soup, cigarette butts, the heavy is a correspondent the innocence of childhood sadness graying the faces of virgins aching and everything comes before their eyes to be fucked, we fondle their snatches but they that the…
The Modern Language Association, or MLA, has been in the news lately for venturing into the Twitterverse with recommendations on how to cite a Tweet. The association representing English professors, the MLA released its recommendations on the Web and on Twitter, where it engendered a lively discussion. Now the issue of Twitter citation style has…
Although our undergraduate majors have been enjoying this site for a month, many new readers are finding the English Department’s blog this week via the Colonial Cable. We welcome you, and encourage you to have a look around. Try the “Contents at a Glance” list on the righthand side of this page. You may also…
English faculty in literature and creative writing continue to do outstanding work in the classroom and in our research and creative endeavors. We write and teach about every aspect and period of literature and culture, and we publish poems, fiction, and creative nonfiction, bringing that creativity to the classroom with you.
Ghosts The first time I saw him he was standing in front of the Iranian embassy with his mother, or with whom I assumed was his mother. She wore a black bonnet like a black flower. He wore a black frock coat and a beige collar high under his chins. His linen was unimpeachable. His…
Spring Smells of Lilacs Early spring is, famously, cruel. The bite of winter is still sharp, even “whan that Aprille with his shoures soote / the droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote” (“when that April with his sweet showers pierce the drought of March”). Chaucer’s famous opening lines of the Canterbury Tales emphasize…