Rhyme is often regarded as being a quintessential feature of poetry. Words chime at regularly points, harking back to earlier ones and reaching out to new ones. 980 more words
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In an interview with Grace Cavalieri, Kay Ryan talks about a certain “chill” and restraint she feels is necessary to writing:
I sometimes compare the chill to say, if you put an ice cube on your hand, your hand – your skin would turn pink when you took the ice cube away, and you’d see that your skin was pink where you’d had that ice, because your blood is all sent to where the chill was. 439 more words
As we wait in this dry Siberian north-easterly airflow for the arrival of Storm Emma here are a couple of poems of cold comfort.
The plan, as I understand it, is for Emma to bring her warm wet Atlantic air from Portugal and feed it into the bitter dry draught from the East. 194 more words