“Poetry and Science; individually, but especially together are instruments for knowing the world more intimately and loving ...

Joyce Kilmer famously wrote, “I think that I shall never see/A poem lovely as a tree.” Well, south Minneapolis has a tree ...

MINNEAPOLIS — In the Bryant neighborhood of south Minneapolis, there's a tree that doesn't ask for much — just a little kindness and the willingness to connect. "Read a poem, write a poem ...

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water’d it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned ...

Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, such as would have been Most sweet to my remembrance even when age Had dimm'd mine ...

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water’d it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned ...