That sail which leans on light,
tired of islands,
a schooner beating up the Caribbean
for home, could be Odysseus,
home-bound on the...
RIP : Robin Williams
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is...
Quote: The Fault in our stars
The existence of broccoli does not change at all the taste of chocola...
The Saddest Poem by Pablo Neruda
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the...
The Lines To An Old Sweetheart by Robert Burns
ONCE fondly lov’d, and still remember’d dear,
Sweet early object of my youthful vows,
Accept this mark of friendship, warm, sincere,
Friendship!...
A Brook In The City by Robert Frost
The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square
With the new city street it has to wear
A number in. But what about the brook
That...
Morning Song: Sylvia Plath
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
Our voices...
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