Tag: Emily Dickinson

• Poetry 101

  It’s early April and a damp, gloomy day out. Yet, in spite of the temperature being in the 40’s this morning, signs of spring are visible. When driving my daughter to the metro today I pointed out to her the forsythia in full bloom up and down both sides of the street. I told her…

  michardillo

  April 12, 2015

  Essay

  Cecil Spring Rice, e. e. cummings, edgar allan poe, Eleanor Farjeon, Emily Dickinson, forsythia, Gustav Holst, John F. Kennedy, Jupiter, literature, mary ellen solt, poem, poetic, poetry, Robert Frost, spring, teaching, The Planets, W. H. Auden, Walt Whitman, william carlos williams, william shakespeare