Not curiosity, not vanity, not the consideration of expediency, not duty and conscientiousness, but an unquenchable, unhappy thirst that brooks no compromise leads us to truth.
The Cherry Trees The cherry trees bend over and are shedding, On the old road where all that passed are…
Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out ... and…
I May, I Might, I Must If you tell me why the fen appears impassable, I then will tell you…