We stopped to read the signs at spots that grabbed our attention and toured Paul Revere’s home, where we learned that the Wadsworth poem might have been quite different had his dad not anglicized his Huguenot name from Appolos Rivoire to Paul Revere. (Rivoire is a harder name than Reve...
If my grandmother didn’t care for the alleged “noise” of “Heaven” by the Walkmen, I canguaranteeyou she would not take a liking toHEY WHAT. Take “Disappearing” as an example. I think it’s an absolutely gorgeous song, but you might think I’m crazy. I can hear the skepticism...
Today would have been Loolie’s 13th birthday. The two Rons, my friends in LA, sent me this poem by Robinson Jeffers. I will read it aloud at Sand Beach when I scatter Loolie’s ashes. I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours. The House Dog’s Grave (Haig, an Eng...
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church by Emily Dickinson - Some keep the Sabbath going to Church -- I keep it, staying at Home -- With a Bobolink for a Chorister -- And an Orch
70.KEY LATER FORWARDED HIS POEM TO A BALTIMORE PRINTER, COUPLING IT WITH A SLIGHTLY LESS SINGABLE ARRANGEMENT OF “TO ANACREON IN HEAVEN”. 71.PROACTIVE ACTIONS ARE INTENDED TO CAUSE CHANGES, RATHER THAN JUST REACTING TO CHANGE. 72.ASA KID, I NEVER DID ANYTHING UNLESS SOMEBODY WAS WATCHING....
Because that you are going by Emily Dickinson - Because that you are going And never coming back And I, however absolute, May overlook your Track -- Because that
The second cheese is a Brie de Meaux, from the Ile de France, a creamy cow’s milk similar to Camembert. “King Louis XIV had 3 passions: poetry, wine and cheese,” Tina, the general manager, says. “He would send a damsel a cheese with a poem” The dessert is a Chef’s surpris...
For many veterans overcoming the mind scaring scenes, and memories of war when they return home can be more of the battle than actually fighting on the frontline. In this movie the main character suffers from PTSD, and there is one extremely captivating scene where he is sitting on the couch...
The poem and its choice as the title, and the excerpt placed in the forward, made me study the ‘why’ most of the while that I read the book. Already with thee! tender is the night,…But here there is no light,Save what from heaven is with the breezes blownThrough verdurous glooms...
The deep blue desert, lone and drear, With heaven above and home before him! His home!--the Western giant smiles, And twirls the spotty globe to find it; This little speck the British Isles? 'T is but a freckle,--never mind it! He laughs, and all his prairies roll, Each gurgling ...