Edna St. Vincent Millay: I shall go back again to the bleak shore
I shall go back again to the bleak shore
And build a little shanty on the sand…
December 11, 2020 · Leave a comment
Christina Rossetti: The Plague
‘Listen, the last stroke of death’s noon has struck—
The plague is come,’ a gnashing Madman said…
April 10, 2020 · Leave a comment
Christina Rossetti: From Sunset to Star Rise
Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not: I am no summer friend, but wintry cold, A silly sheep benighted from the fold, A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot. … Continue reading
October 5, 2018 · Leave a comment
Arlene Weiner: Nearer
All day our brilliant screens show without letup hysterical screamers winning money prizes, a woman sneering at another’s getup, boys doing jackass stunts in various guises, in aspiration to become … Continue reading
February 18, 2018 · Leave a comment
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