Archive for the ‘Literature’ Category
Friday, September 3rd, 2010
The life that I have is all that I have And the life that I have is yours. The love that I have of the life that I have Is ...
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Wednesday, July 21st, 2010
“The places we have known do not belong only to the world of space on which we map them for our own convenience. The memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment. And houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive , alas, as the years.” ...
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Thursday, July 1st, 2010
ONCE more into my arid days like dew, Like wind from an oasis, or the sound Of cold sweet water bubbling underground, A treacherous messenger--the thought of you ...
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Thursday, May 27th, 2010
O the valley in the summer where I and my John Beside the deep reiver would walk on and on While the flowers at our feet and the birds up above Argued so sweetly ...
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Thursday, April 1st, 2010
It was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast; It was the time of roses— We pluck’d them as we pass’d! That churlish season never frown’d On early ...
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Sunday, February 7th, 2010
The Garden of Love I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the ...
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Sunday, December 13th, 2009
How to get on in society Phone for the fish knives, Norman As cook is a little unnerved; You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes And I must have things daintily served. ...
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Saturday, October 3rd, 2009
Now is the time for the burning of the leaves, They go to the fire; the nostrils prick with smoke Wandering slowly into the weeping mist. Brittle and blotched, ragged and ...
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Thursday, September 3rd, 2009
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch ...
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Wednesday, August 19th, 2009
The magpies in Picardy Are more than I can tell. They flicker down the dusty roads And cast a magic spell On the men ...
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