Memory is strange. Maggie Smith has struck on one of its amazing qualities — that each occurrence, each memory, adds to the ...

Karla Alwes, an emerita SUNY Distinguished Teaching Professor of English at SUNY Cortland and John Keats scholar, will lecture on how well the Romantic era poet expressed the concept of “memory” on ...

We are like flowers and don’t last forever. Quietly like thunder, beautifully like a river, Like a cloud, you passed through our world. You were right; Rivers will always outlive us. Grief always ...

A 9-11 memory and poem, from Sister Cashel Weiler of Rochester: Sept. 11, 2001 was my first day of a fall vacation. I live in Saint Marys Convent in Rochester, and glancing at the TV, I thought it was ...

A light touch and a wry tone are what readers typically remember from the poetry of Alexander Pope (1688–1744), but he was absurdly talented, a man from whom words poured out in meter and rhyme as ...

My grandpa, Hugo Palavicino, immigrated from Chile in the 1970s amid political and social unrest. He settled in New York City, determined to build a new life. He arrived with a small carry-on and $10.

that came before – A separation. We served tacos. Tacos that stained the concrete under which they were served. A stain which will serve as a new kind of reminder of that day for years to come. We are ...

Jay Hopler died last week. Illness streaks across this poem from his final collection — but also love. By Jay Hopler Selected by Victoria Chang I always remember these lines in Jay Hopler’s debut book ...

‘Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: / ‘God is not dead, nor doth He sleep,’” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow proclaims in the tremendous final verse of his 1865 Civil War poem “Christmas Bells.” We ...

“How soon we come to road’s end,” Charles Wright begins his poem “Apologia Pro Vita Sua.” Like any career retrospective, Wright’s “Oblivion Banjo” may feel like the end of a road — not in a gloomy ...