A poem is just a little machine for remembering itself … our memory of the poem is the poem.
A poem is just a little machine for remembering itself … our memory of the poem is the poem.
The voice of a young man One sticks one's finger into the soil to tell by the smell in what…
Heredity I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon,…
"I see nobody on the road," said Alice. "I only wish I had such eyes," the King remarked in a…