An episode from 2/4/22: Here are five more poems going back to 1600 or so. Louise Bogan realizes mysticism isn’t it, anymore than hedonism; Elizabeth Barret Browning continues to “to shoot/My soul's full meaning into future years”; William Blake is his visionary self; and Anne Bradstreet and Henry Vaughan, both born in the early seventeenth century, sound positively modern, writing a poem about gazing at one’s own book, or a poem about the tree that the book once was:
Louise Bogan (1897-1970), “The Alchemist”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861), Sonnets from the Portuguese #41 (“I thank all who have loved me in their hearts”)
William Blake (1757-1827), from Milton (“I come in self-annihilation”), from Jerusalem(“Trembling I sit day and night”)
Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672), “The Author to Her Book”
Henry Vaughan, (1621-1695) “The Book”Don’t forget to join Human Voices Wake Us on Patreon, or sign up for our newsletter here. You can also support the podcast by ordering any of my books: Notes from the Grid, To the House of the Sun, The Lonely Young & the Lonely Old, and Bone Antler Stone.