Poem of the Day: Robert Frost’s “Nothing Gold Can Stay”
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nothing Gold Can Stay
On November 19, New York Times-Bestselling author Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah hosted an intimate conversation with the students of Professor Annie Liontas’ Advanced Fiction class. Adjei-Brenyah’s work has appeared or is forthcoming from a wide variety of publications, including the New York Times Book Review, Esquire, Literary Hub, the Paris Review, Guernica, and Longreads. His debut book Friday Black was…
COVID-19 has exacerbated anti-Asian racism—the demonization of a group of people based on their perceived social value—in the United States in the cultural and political life. Professor Alexa Alice Joubin recently published an article that analyzes the language of racism and misogyny. Her article also offers strategies for inclusion during and after the…
To commemorate our GW-British Council Writer in Residence, the British Council is generously providing a substantial book fund. Nadeem Aslam has drawn up a list of contemporary British fiction he would like to see in the Gelman Library purchased through this fund. Here it is: Haunts of the Black Masseur – Charles Sprawson Redundancy of…
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…
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…
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look will easily unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always…