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The Stolen Child
By William Butler Yeats ( Read more... ) -
Under the Harvest Moon
By Carl Sandburg ( Read more... ) -
Where My Books Go
By William Butler Yeats
All the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm-darkened or starry bright. -
Life is a List
Life is a list of chores
To keep life long
And other people want done.
Every morning is another list
The same dishes, the same laundry,
The same store, the same job
Every morning is another list
A new problem at work
A new problem at home
Hit the road to run away
Find yourself on a different highway
With the same stores all along the way. -
So Oft As I Her Beauty Do Behold
By Edmund Spenser ( Read more... ) -
Self-Dependence
By Matthew Arnold ( Read more... ) -
From James Baldwin’s essay “The Devil Finds Work”
“A story is impelled by the necessity to reveal: the aim of the story is revelation, which means that a story can have nothing - at least not deliberately - to hide. The also means the story resolves nothing. The resolution of the story must occur in us, with what we make of the questions with which the story leaves us. A plot, on the other hand, ( Read more... ) -
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Matthew Arnold on Heinrich Heine: “Modern times find themselves with an immense system of institutions, established facts, accredited dogmas, customs, rules, which have come to them from times not modern. In this system their life has to be carried forward; yet they have a sense that this system is not of their own creation, that it by no means ( Read more... ) -
The Queen of Hearts
By Christina Rossetti ( Read more... ) -
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Microsoft “updated” my laptop the other day, and now my laptop can no long play the music on my external hard drive, which is the majority of my music. I tried, and the computer told me to go to the “app store ( Read more... )