I am a Parcel of Vain Strivings Tied
I am a parcel of vain strivings tied
By a chance bond together,
Dangling this way and that, their links
Were made so loose and wide,
Methinks,
For milder weather.
The Sleepy GiantMy age is three hundred and seventy-two,And I think, with the deepest regret,How I used to pick up…
Immigrant November ’63: eight months in London. I pause on the low bridge to watch the pelicans: they float…
It only takes 20 years for a liberal to become a conservative without changing a single idea.