My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree / Toward heaven still (A poem by Robert Frost)
After Apple-Picking
Category: Poetry
Afternoon walk, mid-November
It gets dark so early these days. / And we needed to get home, / after the creek / and the climbing the hill / and . . . (Poetry by Katie Murchison Ross)
And the Leaves of the Tree will be for the Healing of the Nations
The first thing you should know: / The tree has leaves. / Leaves whose lives depart, by definition. / Evergreens have needles; palms, fronds. / But leaves fulfill their nomenclatural destiny: / Fade, wither, fall. . . . (Poetry by Jeannie Rose Barksdale)
Great Spirit Prayer
Oh, Great Spirit, / Whose voice I hear in the winds . . . (Lakota Prayer translated by Chief Yellow Lark)
Fall, leaves, fall
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; / Lengthen night and shorten day . . . (A poem by Emily Brontë)
Autumn
A touch of cold in the Autumn night-- / I walked abroad, / And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge . . . (A poem by T.E. Hulme)
from Ode to the Dictionary, Pablo Neruda
As Encomia embarks, a small vessel on the vast seas of published literature, it seems only natural to call to mind the popular odes of Pablo Neruda, particularly his “Ode to the Dictionary”. It’s a beautiful, wild, celebratory ode. Like many of Neruda’s odes, it’s generous in gratitude, appreciating even ordinary, everyday things. But it’s… Continue reading from Ode to the Dictionary, Pablo Neruda
