Wally Swist: Three Poems for Tevis
I discover what remains
is the light that shines through
March 17, 2024 · 14 Comments
Matthew Arnold: Growing Old
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for beauty to forgo her wreath?
—Yes, but not this alone.
January 12, 2019 · 1 Comment
