Star, that gives a gracious dole ( Read more... )

I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.

I am not yours, not lost in you ( Read more... )

Agatha and James are the prime suspects in this, the fifth Agatha Raisin murder mystery. The morning of Agatha's marriage to James Lacey dawns bright and clear. But her luck runs out in the church when Jimmy, the husband she had believed long dead, turns up large as life and twice as ugly. Agatha has a go at strangling him. James breaks off the ( Read more... )

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It will not change now
After so many years;
Life has not broken it
With parting or tears;
Death will not alter it,
It will live on
In all my songs for you
When I am gone.

I reached up into the top of the closet
and took out a pair of blue panties
and showed them to her and
asked "are these yours?"

LOVE - what is love? A great and aching heart;
Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.
Life - what is life? Upon a moorland bare
To see love coming and see love depart.

Not one kind look....one friendly word ( Read more... )