One day, we shall stand up and our backsides will remain attached to our seats....
The world is simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and...– Henry Miller
by Amy Lowell The pool is edged with the blade-like leaves of irises. If I throw a stone into the placid water It suddenly stiffens Into rings and rings Of sharp gold wire.
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While ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep...– Herman Melville, Moby-Dick, chapter 87