Poetry must be new as foam, and as old as the rock.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Poetry must be new as foam, and as old as the rock.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Poetry must be new as foam, and as old as the rock.
Poetry must be new as foam, and as old as the rock.
A Barred Owl The warping night-air having brought the boom Of an owl's voice into her darkened room, We tell…
The earth is crammed with heaven and every common bush afire with God, but only those with eyes to see…
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and…