In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.
A man must love a thing very much if he not only practices it without any hope of fame and…
Arrival 1946The boat docked in Liverpool.From the train Tariq staredat an unbroken line of washingfrom the North West to Euston.These…