In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
Ezra Pound
In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
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…
Gift A day so happy. Fog lifted early I worked in the garden. Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers. There…