Poem of the Day: Maya Angelou’s “Phenomenal Woman”
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…
David McAleavey and Witi Ihimaera As the semester begins, the English Department Blog is happy to revive its “On the Road” series, occasional short pieces detailing the comings and goings of our illustrious faculty. As this photo shows, Professor David McAleavey got together with a former GW World Literature Fellow, the Maori writer Witi Ihimaera….
Digging Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: My father, digging. I look down Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds Bends low, comes up twenty years away Stooping in rhythm through potato drills…
I. I am a man. I’ve lived alone. I’ve been in love. I’ve played with fire, cursed the telephone, and basked in verse, in verve, and also Humid, terrestrial, mixed, nongenderspecific, have occasionally day’s tumult ushers in an evening with a lone moved a woman’s shut icecream stand, false promises of cone heart, although …
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…
This is the inaugural post of On the Road, an occasional blog series about GW English Professors and their scholarly travel. In an age of Skype and video conferencing, travel to conferences or to other institutions remains an important way for scholars to share their work and learn about what their colleagues elsewhere are doing…