To See
It is a question of seeing
so much clearer
of doing to things
what light does to them.
To See
It is a question of seeing
so much clearer
of doing to things
what light does to them.
The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient…
Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as…
Many of my friends are under the impression that I write these humorous nothings in idle moments when the wearied…