A Quiet Journey through Literary Depths
From The Professor’s Desk Introduction to the Anglo-Saxon or Old English Period The Anglo-Saxon or the Old English Period The Anglo-Saxon period in English literature, also known as the Old English period, spans from approximately 450 AD to 1066 AD. During this time, the Anglo-Saxons, who were Germanic tribes from present-day Germany, Denmark, and the […]
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A Poem Where Nature Rebels, the Streets Get Philosophical, and Resilience Grows Between the Cracks ABS Believes:Some flowers bloom because they’re nurtured. Others bloom because they weren’t supposed to.Concrete doesn’t scare a rose that knows what it’s worth. Tupac: The Poet Behind the Persona Before he was a rapper, icon, or revolution with a gold
A Poem Where Death Pauses, Patriarchy Panics, and a Woman on a Rope Redefines Power ABS Believes:Some poems aren’t written—they’re whispered by the nearly dead.And sometimes survival is the loudest poem of all. Atwood: Chronicler of Wrath in Whispered Monologues Margaret Atwood doesn’t write women. She summons them. Half-Hanged Mary is one such conjuring—a poem
A Poem Where Silence Talks Louder, Meaning Retires, and the Lines Try Not to Mean… Anything ABS Believes:Some poems don’t want to be understood. They want to stand in the corner looking timeless and mysterious.Poetry isn’t supposed to explain. It’s supposed to haunt. MacLeish: The Poet Who Gagged the Poem and Called It Art Archibald
A Poem Where Time Gets Cancelled, Science Gets Flirted With, and the Sun Is Just a Nosy Boomer ABS Believes:Some mornings, love doesn’t rise with the sun—it tells it to shut the blinds.Donne didn’t just defy nature—he metaphorically slapped it with a silk bedsheet. Donne: The Metaphysical Flirt Who Made Suns Nervous John Donne was
A Poem Where Babies Cry, Prostitutes Curse, and Even the Thames Has Morally Checked Out ABS Believes:Blake didn’t just walk through London—he did a mental autopsy on its conscience.An unreal city doesn’t need CGI—it just needs indifference, smog, and well-dressed despair. Blake the Visionary: Prophet in a Sewer-Cloaked City William Blake was that guy who
A Poem Where Palaces Float, Rivers Run Deep, and No One’s Entirely Sober ABS Believes:This poem wasn’t written—it wandered in.Sometimes a dream builds better architecture than any empire can. Coleridge: Poet, Prophet, and Possibly Too Close to the Poppy Fields Let’s begin with a quick historical footnote: Kubla Khan is what happens when you mix
A Poem Where Nature Bakes Itself Golden and Sings Softly About Rotting Beautifully ABS Believes:Keats didn’t just write about Autumn—he airbrushed it with metaphor and sprinkled it with warm-toned immortality.Some seasons don’t fade. They ferment. John Keats: The Master of Melancholic Ripeness If Shakespeare had a botanical cousin who wept over sunsets and hallucinated the
A Poem Where Pain Bows, Darkness Waits, and the Poet’s Spine Doesn’t Flinch ABS Believes:Some poems wear armor. This one is the armor.If dignity had a literary anthem, it would rhyme like this and walk like thunder. Henley: Poet, Amputee, and Unshakable Human Tank William Ernest Henley didn’t write Invictus to impress the Victorian literati.
A Poem Where Regret Wears Slippers and Affection Heats the House Before Dawn ABS Believes:Some poems are whispers you hear years later.Love isn’t always loud—it’s sometimes just boots, cold air, and someone waking up too early for your comfort. Robert Hayden: The Poet of the Unsaid Hayden didn’t write to dazzle. He wrote to unearth.