Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
"When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?"…
Not Waving but Drowning Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out…