… loud, then distant drumming, The bird had gone and summer’s coming. But spring, as yet, just peeping out, Not many … Pitching their tents in a woodland space, These lords-and-ladies well may be An exiled aristocracy; Enquire their names, … guests to find For our great feast of heart and mind. 259-261 By W. Force Stead …
Poetry
… We talked but not much was said. It was the day before you died. I was so sad I wanted to die with you. The nearby bed beckoned. The old bed was …
… Best 200 Words I Read All Week. From fact to fiction, from comedic to tragic, we hope you find as much to admire in … these selections as we do. Click here for access to the complete project archive 1. I took Keats to see the … do we get ourselves born, why do we fall in love, why do we die? If I pretended I could answer any of these questions, …
… were easy with each other, with the kind of knowing that comes from an unbroken chain of promises kept and … could make it impossible for her to support her animals, and there was such risk for common, grade horses with … many horses after her, either kept and retired until they died, or ridden to their particular capacities, improved, …
… her. “It’s too violent, and you can’t see those gorgeous bodies with all those pads hiding them.” But she did like … her heels after running down some impossible shot—but she’s also fierce as a weasel, her open-eyed baby face fooling … (skipping the football game, as I foresaw). An easy lob was coming to me, and she must have seen I was going to try to …
… The boy sleeps the sleep of the photograph, and the father dies. When the boy wakens, nothing exists, and he …