The Wheels in the Wheels

Poets play with the sound of words perhaps more than other writers. Who can read “As Kingfishers Catch Fire” (by Gerard Manley Hopkins) and think otherwise? How about the incantatory rhymes of Poe’s “The Raven”? —“Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon theContinueContinue reading “The Wheels in the Wheels”