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At first glance, Robert Manson Myers', From Beowulf to Virginia Woolf (Bobbs-Merrill, 1952), would appear to be a light survey of Engli...

Digging around in a book this morning about a young soldier's adventures in the American Southwest and Mexico during the Mexican War of ...

What do poultry and poetry have in common? Seemingly nothing; I've never come across a chicken farmer who wrote and collected poetry. ...

Today, April 1st, kicks off National Poetry Month, and that’s no April Fool’s joke. Wouldn't be much of a joke anyway. Poets.org has a...

I found this book the other day at a resale shop, but it turned out not to have too much resale value for me: If I Found a Wistful Unicorn ,...

With the space race on between America and the Soviet Union in the late 1950s, writers and publishers tapped into the space age reader marke...

If you’ve ever driven through West Texas on I-10, you’ve probably seen exit signs for a town named Iraan. And you’ve probably wondered if th...

I fished this book out of storage the other day and found within its leaves egregious offenses I have committed, which, if the author and pe...

I purchased this book recently, purely for the frontispiece illustration. Something about this muse that resonated with me, or with my own m...

I am intrigued at times by the coincidences of discoveries I make and the interesting paths they sometimes take me down. The Latin phrase, H...

Support your local independent bookstore. The little guys keep going down the toilet in alarming numbers. Don't let THIS be on your cons...

This time of year found me revisiting a favorite old antiquarian volume on the shelf: Ranch Verses , by "Larry" Chittenden, "...

I think I like Donald Hall's essays more than his poetry, especially essays on poetry. Until I find a poem of his that blows me away. Bu...

"Because it was grassy and wanted wear..." The walking path to the Frost Place from the parking lot down the hill. I h...