O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold...
“But I know,” I know that they’ve got me in the wrong place! I know it! I know it! I know it!” PRELUDE TO EDEN: A DRAMA FOR MARIONETTES William Addison Dwiggins (1880-1956) Hingham, MA: Püterschein-Hingham Press, 1956...
“Ne arbitremini quod ego uenetim ut mitterem super terram pacem; non ueni ut mitterem pacem, sed gladium (“Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.)” — Matthew 10:34...