The winter of wisconsin Nothing. No tracks but my own are stitched into the dusting of fr...
2010-07-16
The English Character The English seem as silent as the Japanese, yet vainer than the inh...
2010-07-03
Imagine that you spent your whole life at a single house.Each day at the same hour you enter...
2010-04-22
Poems Fog The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking. Over harbor and cit...
2010-03-01
Captain!My Captain! Walt Whitman Captain!My Captain!Our fearful trip is done, The shi...
2010-02-09
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the ag...
2010-02-06
The pleasant family When in an hour they crowded into a cab to go home, I strolled idly t...
2010-02-01
The chess-board is the world:the pieces are the phenomena of the universe; the rules of the ...
2010-01-08
Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blue bl...
2009-11-09
Hope is the thing with feathers Hope" is the thing with feathers— That perc...
2009-11-05
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