Monthly Archives August 31, 2012

NEW YORK—Thirty-five years since it opened its doors in SoHo, the Eleanor Ettinger Gallery is a rarity in New York City. It is one of the last bastions of realist and representational art in a market...

By Michael T. Young Traffic, a crowd, the tide flooding the bay, whatever will rise and fall, will begin, then end, forgive each moment for what comes along, like wind shoving the clouds, and clouds,...

In this refashioned version of Homer's Iliad, the mystical hero Achilles clashes with the doubting King Agamemnon over a woman, throwing the fate of the Trojan War, and more, into jeopardy. By Evan...

By Joshua Philipp At night alone, I sometimes dream of a place which seems so far away. Quietly sitting by a stream. With words this place so hard to say. In distant lands, its legends told of...

Like a modern day Norman Rockwell, the monumental works of contemporary realist painter Stone Roberts capture in vivid form and color the beauty of modern America. Among the four works on display is his newly...

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By Thomas Newton Just as the Renaissance was fueled by The printing press, the Internet has sounded A call for crafted poetry—a cry For quality that has the crude confounded. The plasma screen’s...

By Thomas Newton The Founding Fathers showed the way and built Our sturdy ships to last through all of time. Each has a moral compass showing guilt And innocence, thus exposing crime. The Western...

(Clearwisdom.net) Ancient Chinese people cherished time, which was revealed in their pursuit for the truth and the Dao, the cultivation of one's mind, the establishment of one's virtue and longevity, and a...

By Aubrey Henderson I remember vast fields of Helenium; Yellow, trembling, dancing with fireflies, In the fading light of nature’s atrium, As the storm rolled in; black clouds and thunder’s...

By Michael T. Young The pine's elected to the maple's post, the fly's buzzword is vetoed by the day, streams in a presidential race all boast in speeches glittering with icy spray. The squirrels lobby...

On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, O'er the water pointing westward, To the purple clouds of sunset....

By Yolanda Marín-Parker Mathematics is The language that nature speaks To the human fool. Fool – man is – for not Listening to the wonder, Patterns and numbers. Math is everywhere: From the...

The Wu Wei-ter The Contemporary Artist The Modern Artist On a Wind-brushed...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tf-_d7iaRAs&feature=youtu.be   The Art of Zhen, Shan, Ren (Truth, Compassion, Tolerance) International Exhibition is an extraordinarily moving, intimate and...

By Joshua Philipp The winds of change, so soft they blow. In the blink of an eye, a thousand years. Immeasurable is the great river’s flow, to sail, one must remove his fears. So fine, the ship on...

Li Jinyu is an artist living in Brooklyn, New York. Her paintings are strongly influenced by her practice of Falun Gong. According to Faluninfo.net: “Falun Gong is a traditional Chinese spiritual...

By Dan Skorbach I sit with you the silent moon of May, After the chores of day are soundly sleeping. Here, once again, you come to guide the way, For those who in the night are lost and seeking. You...

Evan Mantyk is President of The Society of Classical Poets.  He is a poet, writer, and English teacher in the Hudson Valley region of New York, where he lives with his wife and two children. His more recent...

The General Public Email emantyk@classicalpoets.org to be added to our monthly email Newsletter. You are free to read and comment on poetry on this website. You may also submit poetry and enter our...

By Evan Mantyk The Apocalypse: what would it look like? Half the people now gone, When the gods’ dike That holds back raging waters was half withdrawn. Weeds overgrown, buildings abandoned, Houses...

By Joshua Philipp Just as flowers fall, so shall we all What meaning to find before time makes its call To love and the spring Softly we’d sing Then what is left, for to dust turn the memories of...

Heaven’s Gate Opens After History’s Long March Over 7,000 years of human civilization, how many heroes have taken the stage? Rise and fall, success and failure are like waves gone by, Love, hate,...

The American poet Robert Frost was born on March 26, 1874, in San Francisco, CA. He spent his first 40 years mostly unknown, and it wasn’t until after returning to the United States from England—where he...

By Evan Mantyk Get this thing out of my mind, It should never undermine, It should go and let me be, It should go and I’ll be free! Tear it out from in my heart, From its madness I can part, From...

By Joshua Philipp We laid in mud at sorrow’s end, in a land of woeful souls. It’s a place where dreams of hollowed men are flown as flags on poles. And weary riders seeking doom ride blindly over...

Poetry is everywhere. It is the lyrics in the songs on the radio, in our national anthems, in the fight songs of our favorite sports teams; it is in our English classes, in Shakespeare, and behind the highest...

Submit Poetry The Society of Classical Poets invites poetry submissions for publication on our website and for consideration for printed publication in our annual anthology. Below are the three major...

. Lepanto Editor's Note: Don John of Austria, or Don Juan de Austria, (1547-1578) was half-brother to King Philip II of Spain and a Spanish military commander who achieved victory over the Turks in the...

A hunchbacked man, at least a hundred years old Hobbles by as I wait for the train, I brace for the inevitable sharp pain, When his grotesque odor will soon take hold, But, to my surprise, instead, the...

So Far Beyond This The God of This World to his Prophet The Flautist of North Station...

Helenium Prayer Flags No Cheeks Turn I'm...

The Moon Journey The Goddess of...

Primordial Nostalgia Crossing Samsara Why Do We Live? Look Up,...

. The Tyger Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings...