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Longfellow wrote the poem shortly after completing lectures on German writer Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and was heavily inspired by him. He was also inspired to write it by a heartfelt conversation he had with friend and fellow professor at Harvard University Cornelius Conway Felton; the two had spent an evening "talking of matters, which lie near one's soul:–and how to bear one's self ...
The poem is often attributed to anonymous or incorrect sources, such as the Hopi and Navajo tribes. [1]: 423 The most notable claimant was Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905–2004), who often handed out xeroxed copies of the poem with her name attached. She was first wrongly cited as the author of the poem in 1983. [4]
The poem concludes with the line "I have wasted my life." The line is one of the most highly regarded and widely debated lines in contemporary poetry, [2] [1] and has often been seen as having had cemented Wright's poetic legacy. [3] The line has been widely interpreted.
"I know every morning when I get up and write a poem that I am still alive, too," writes Jane Yolen, author of more than 450 books.
This week’s guest on Poetry in Daily Life is Nile Stanley, PhD, who lives in Jacksonville, Florida. A teacher educator, artist-in-residence, and researcher, for thirty-six years he has been on a ...
After he began at the Detroit Free Press as a copy boy and then a reporter, his first poem appeared on 11 December 1898. He became a naturalized citizen in 1902. For 40 years, Guest was widely read throughout North America, and his sentimental, optimistic poems were in the same vein as the light verse of Nick Kenny, who wrote syndicated columns during the same decades.
Missouri Poet Laureate David L. Harrison describes something unexpected he found after checking into a room with a fly in it.
In 1998, she published her best-known book of poems, What the Living Do; the title poem in the collection is a haunting lament for her brother with the plain-spoken last line: "I am living, I remember you." Howe's brother John died of an AIDS-related illness in 1989. "John’s living and dying changed my aesthetic entirely," she has said. [13]