You with the Darkness - Slingshot, you with the stone: It is over evening, I throw light behind myself. Fetch me down, take us Seriously. Four Poems Paul Celan (1920-1970) New York: Granary Books, 1999 PT2605 E4 S313 1999 Paul Celan was born Paul Antschel in Czernovitz, Romania to German-speaking Jewish parents. His surname was later...
Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there Which seek thro' the world, is ne'er met elsewhere Home! Home! Sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home There's no place like home! An...
"'Why don't we just stay poor,' said Mother, 'we're good at that.' 'Well alright, if that's what you want, but I met this guy who raises baby pigs, and he...
As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem – Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came To continents of summer – To firmaments of sun – To strange, bright crowds of flowers – And birds, of foreign tongue! – Emily Dickinson The Northwest Passage was the name given to the...
“The Mexican paintings, a very small number of which has reached our times, excite a double interest, both from the light they throw on the mythology and history of the first inhabitants of America, and the apparent connexion with the hieroglyphical writing of certain nations...
“For aren’t we all on a journey that tries our faith, tests our courage, makes us vulnerable, and at times defeats us and blisters our soul?” — Laura Allred Hurtado Saints at Devil’s Gate: Landscapes along the Mormon Trail Laura Allred Hurtado and Byron C. Andreasen Salt Lake City,...
“Stones stand at stiff attention as sun nears” MILITARY CEMETERY Here stationed without trumpet, without tears Are the unwilling dead. Days walk the rounds Of sentry duty past the ordered mounds. Stones stand at stiff attention as sun nears, Inspects them and departs. On earthen ears The volley from the silent rifle...