The Tyger by William Blake 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 dare he aspire? What the hand dare sieze the fire? And what shoulder, & what art. Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when th…

To An Athlete Dying Young by A.E. Housman The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip betimes aw…

Hello and welcome to the inaugural podcast of Joe Learns Poetry! I’m Poetry Joe, and though I don’t have any fancy degrees or really any background in poetry at all, I really like a good poem. I’ve found though that I can be pretty thick; those poets are a lot smarter than I am, and it takes me a while to really get what they’re saying to the world…