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Only the Classics

Only the Classics

The roots from which poetry as we know it has flourished. Taking you back to the classical era, one stanza at a time.

  • Harry T
    Published 3 years ago
    A Rose for Mia Cara

    A Rose for Mia Cara

    How sad is it
  • Laura Jiménez
    Published 3 years ago
    Wintersong

    Wintersong

    As I laid awake at night,
  • Kourtney Risher
    Published 3 years ago
    The Pearls of Aphrodite
  • Ben Attwood
    Published 3 years ago
    People

    People

    I've been from there to here
  • A. F. Litt
    Published 3 years ago
    Beyond Gibeon

    Beyond Gibeon

    It is all done now
  • Kourtney Risher
    Published 3 years ago
    Ovid's Lament
  • Daisy Lennon
    Published 3 years ago
    Ode to My Breakfast Cereal

    Ode to My Breakfast Cereal

    O granola steeped in milk
  • Jason E
    Published 3 years ago
    Lines Upon a Sleepless Night

    Lines Upon a Sleepless Night

    What cruel dreams spring forth from poet's mind
  • Katherine Williams
    Published 3 years ago
    Why I Love Lord Byron

    Why I Love Lord Byron

    Let me start this off by saying I am a person who doesn’t like poetry all that much. Sure, at this point in my life, I can be mature and respect poetry as a sophisticated craft of literature, but back in the day I would not even attempt to read poetry. I used to just stare at it and say “EW. I. HATE. POETRY,” and move on with my life. But being an English major has allowed me to overcome this attitude or, you know, it has at least a little bit. I still don’t like it very much.