Poem of the Day: Robert Frost’s “Nothing Gold Can Stay”
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nothing Gold Can Stay
A view of Dublin Our first Academic Year 2013-2014 entry in our On the Road series comes from Assistant Professor Daniel DeWispelare: Research archives exist in diverse forms: some actual, some digital, others museal, or microfilmic, etc. And for a certain species of literary scholar, of which I am one, the physical archive is…
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….
Dover Beach The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of…
Soon the City Soon the summer Now the pleasant purgatory Of spring is over, Soon the choking Humidity In the city On the fire escapes In a sleeveless T-shirt Smoking a cigar In tune with the tremor Of the mindless yellow Commercial traffic Moving in the city, Where no one really Buys a car, American…
The Dead The dead are always looking down on us, they say. while we are putting on our shoes or making a sandwich, they are looking down through the glass bottom boats of heaven as they row themselves slowly through eternity. They watch the tops of our heads moving below on earth, and when we…
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…