The Guild Review

Today the Church recalls the coming of the Magi to adore the Christ Child. We know little about who they were or the nature of their journe...

Currently taped to my bathroom mirror is the poem, "A Better Resurrection," by the British poet Christina Rossetti. It is a poem ...

"And miles to go before I sleep" - it is one of those lines we all know, but from where? Many Americans will recognize that it is...

There is a scene in the film Shadowlands in which Joy Gresham recites to C. S. Lewis a poem she wrote which is narrated from Madrid during...

Today we continue a series of poems begun earlier this year , in an effort to bring more poetry into our lives.  My first real introduction ...

I first came across Derek Walcott's work when I was a freshman in college and we read his Omeros as the final installment of a two-seme...

Most Americans know at least the opening line of Robert Burn's poem "Auld Lang Syne," set to a Scottish folk tune which is at ...

A Child of the Snows There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim, And never before or again, When the nights are strong with a darknes...

Reviewing the book proofs, reading Laudato Si (more on that later), and spending quality time with my family have prevented me from posting...

I’ve recently taken to reading my son poems each night. Among our recent reads were Chesterton’s “Song of the Children” and the poem be...

The Song of the Children by G. K. Chesterton The World is ours till sunset, Holly and fire and snow; And the name of our dead bro...

Earlier this year I discovered W. H. Auden's poem "September 1, 1939," thanks to an article in the Financial Times . The po...

My history students are currently studying the late 19th century, and references to Henry Adams (1838-1918) come up time and again. I am ...

Seven years ago I visited Assisi on two different occasions, separated by a couple months. This Italian hill town is a curious place, one th...

The other evening it was in the upper 30’s: cold, but not cold enough to snow. Instead, it drizzled as I walked home from the train—without ...

One has only to go into any room in any street for the whole of that extremely complex force of femininity to fly in one's face. -Virgin...

The other day, while reading up on surrealism (as part of a quick study of Interwar culture), I happened upon this painting, Les Six élément...

I recently read an interesting poem, entitled " Bavarian Baroque ," by Gail White : At first it's like a painted teacup invert...

Fuzzy-Wuzzy Soudan Expeditionary Force Early Campaigns by Rudyard Kipling WE'VE FOUGHT with many men acrost the seas, An' some of ...

A Poem by Wallace Stevens I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II I was of three minds, Like ...