The winds that blow
Ask them, which leaf of the tree
Will be the next to go.
The winds that blow
Ask them, which leaf of the tree
Will be the next to go.
Eyebrows are made to be raised.
The last level of metaphor in the Alice books is this: that life, viewed rationally and without illusion, appears to…
So we beat on, boats, against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.