Poetry into Prose
PiP: London (William Blake)
London By William Blake I wander thro’ each charter’d street, Near where the charter’d Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every […]
poetry into prose
Poetry into Prose
The Lady of Shalott (Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
The Lady of Shalott (1832) by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Part I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro’ the […]
Poetry into Prose
Prospice (Robert Browning)
Prospice By Robert Browning Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, […]
Poetry into Prose
I Hid My Love (John Clare)
I Hid My Love by John Clare I hid my love when young till I Couldn’t bear the buzzing of a fly; I hid my love to my despite Till I could not bear to […]
Poetry into Prose
My Last Duchess (Robert Browning)
My Last Duchess by Robert Browning That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf’s hands Worked busily a day, and […]
Poetry into Prose
Oh Captain, My Captain (Walt Whitman)
Oh Captain, My Captain By Walt Whitman O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I […]
Poetry into Prose
PiP: London (William Blake)
London By William Blake I wander thro’ each charter’d street, Near where the charter’d Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every […]
Poetry into Prose
Remembrance (Emily Brontë)
Remembrance By Emily Brontë Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last by […]