Hone your writing skills while deepening your appreciation of literature. Through discussion and close personal attention, you’ll develop analytical, critical reasoning, and communication skills highly sought after by employers in many fields. These skills will also provide you with an excellent foundation for graduate study.

Degree Offered: B.A.
Offered on the Augusta and Bangor campuses

The English faculty come from a variety of institutions, specializations, and theoretical approaches to literary and composition study. However, they are all united in their love of reading and creating the written word. To learn more about any faculty member, his or her specialization, courses taught, and scholarly work, please click on a link to the right.

"You Want a Social Life, with Friends"
Kenneth Koch

You want a social life, with friends.
A passionate love life and as well
to work hard every day. What’s true
is of these three things you may have two
and two can pay you dividends
but never may you have three.
There isn’t time enough, my friends --
Though dawn begins, yet midnight ends --
To find the time to have love, work, and friends, Michelangelo had
feeling to Vittoria and the Ceiling
but did he go to parties at day’s end?
Homer nightly went to banquets
wrote all day but had no lockets
bright with pictures of his Girl.
I know one who loves and parties
and has done so since his thirties
but writes hardly anything at all.

"December Poem"
Ellen M. Taylor

In this season of winter,
snow blankets fields,
brows of barns, boughs of trees.
Mailboxes, backyard grills,
well-houses are all topped
with winter white.
In the season of winter,
we celebrate Christ’s arrival,
mangered and star-lit;
Hanukkah’s miracle
of eight oil-lit days;
Kwanzaa’s feasts and fruits.
In the season of winter,
throngs of shoppers descend
on Walmart, Best Buy, Sears;
strings of lights hang on doorways,
house frames, trees, fences, gigantic
homemade crucifixes.
In the season of winter,
we’re given herds of inflatable reindeer,
Santas, snowmen – some with plastic
crystal balls, others smoking pipes,
holiday parties, egg nogs, Yankee swaps,
Secret Santas, more junk mail and mistletoe.
In the season of winter,
we would all do well, to step outside
into the night, into the quiet whispers
of wind, the dialogue of snowflakes,
the laughter of the stars,
and pray to God, or Allah, or whatever
goddess or garden gnome we choose,
for Goodwill to All,
Peace on Earth.

"At David's Grave"
Denise Levertov

for B. and H.F.

Yes, he is here in this
open field, in sunlight, among
the few young trees set out
to modify the bare facts--

he's here, but only
because we are here.
When we go, he goes with us

to be your hands that never
do violence, your eyes
that wonder, your lives

that daily praise life
by living it, by laughter.

He is never alone here,
never cold in the field of graves.

Spring and Fall: to a Young Child
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)

Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What héart héard of, ghóst guéssed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.