Poem of the Day: Elizabeth Bishop’s “One Art”
Hélas To drift with every passion till my soul Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play, Is it for this that I have given away Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control? Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll Scrawled over on some boyish holiday With idle songs for pipe and virelay, Which…
From the latest edition: Touring a National Treasure Alumnus shows students Library of Congress’ riches A tour of the Library of Congress allowed students to admire the building’s remarkable artwork and architecture. Photo by Rick Reinhard As they perused the personal collection of one of our nation’s founding fathers, GW students took a break from…
The Fish I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in a corner of his mouth. He didn’t fight. He hadn’t fought at all. He hung a grunting weight, battered and venerable and homely. Here and there his brown skin hung in strips like…
(Paris, AFP) All the world’s a stage but the irony is the rest of the globe often has an easier time understanding William Shakespeare than English speakers. Thanks to frequently updated translations that dispense with the archaic Renaissance language, foreign audiences often find the Bard easier to follow. Take “King Lear”, a new version…
Caminante no hay Camino Caminante, son tus huellas el camino y nada más; Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace el camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante no hay camino sino estelas en la mar….
I have a confession to make, I am a Michael Chabon addict. My first Chabon high came from The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay. With spunky Sam Clay and rogue Joe Kavalier as the heroes, I discovered a new passion for comic books or at least the history of them, a new favorite book,…