Tomes (Billy Collins Poem)
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
It could be the name of a prehistoric beast that roamed the Paleozoic earth, rising up on its hind legs ...
When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
The early sun is so pale and shadowy, I could be looking up at a ghost in the shape of ...
Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over. It feels like eating ...
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and ...
What scene would I want to be enveloped in more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen table, ...
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