Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and…
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
This and no other is the root from which a tyrant springs; when he first appears he is a protector.