Language unstable as sand, but poets
Strike on hard rock, carving
Rune and hieroglyph , to celebrate
Breath’s sweet brevity.
If the creator had a purpose in equipping us with a neck, he surely meant us to stick it out.
Here Dead We Lie Here dead we lie Because we did not choose To live and shame the land From…
The World Love built a stately house, where Fortune came, And spinning fancies, she was heard to say That her…