Oh the joys of AP literature

Oh No Robert Creeley If you wander far enough you will come to it and when you get there they will give you a place to sit for yourself onl...

this is a photograph of me Margaret Atwood It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flec...

Not Waving but Drowning Stevie Smith Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And ...

Lesson of the falling leaves Lucille Clifton the leaves believe such letting go is love such love is faith such faith is grace such grace i...

Frances Cornford With what attentive courtesy he bent Over his instrument; Not as a lordly conqueror who could Command both wire and wood, B...

The following blog does not having anything to do with poetry so I am very sorry if that is what you were expecting, but I feel the need to ...

The poem I chose to do this week was one that I felt was extremely abstract. It was the poem written by Margaret Atwood. You Fit into Me ...