This week’s poem of the week is Robert Frost’s Nothing Gold Can Stay.

anyone lived in a pretty how town is a poem that every educated person should read at least once.

This week’s poem of the week is J.R Tolkien’s All Woods Must Fail.

First off, I’d like to draw your attention to an article in Thursday’s (November 15, 2007) WSJ, entitled Inside a Salon That Serves the Logo-Phobic. As usual, it has been written by Christina Binkley, and as you might have guessed I am highly amused by the traditional couture houses putting themselves out of business while Click Here to continue reading.

So you may possibly remember me mentioning my efforts to dye yarn green, and having less than stellar results. The most civilized answer to what color the yarn is has been “kahki green” or “something you would wear with combat boots”. I don’t have any combat boots. . .
Things got odder and odder when I Click Here to continue reading.

Everyone always tells me I’m crazy. Everyone always says I do details. Everyone always says I start at square one—the hardest way possible. Everyone is wrong. I have met my match. I have more than met my match.
I am also very jealous, because it looks like a lot of fun. And she actually finished Click Here to continue reading.

Carrighfergus is poem of the week in honor of the man thatthe Silverware Thief’s takes care off.

This was originally going to be a response to a comment that Mr. Corbusier left on this post. But I got a little carried away so I decided to make it a post of its own.
Mr. Corbusier,
The quality of your response was far more than my off-the-cuff comment deserved. I only wish that I was Click Here to continue reading.

Most of us who run the Ethereal Voice are sick this week. So not with standing the Ape Man’s theories on the subject, we just don’t have the stamina for deep poetry. So this week we are going to read a good old-fashioned epic poem.