[OC][FB] Sonnet 81
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?...
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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?...
The houses are haunted...
When the ancient world foundered...
Like crawling black monsters...
The people along the sand...
That’s the job, he said,...
In a rush this weekday morning,...
In third grade you learned to fold a dollar...
The Silent Confusing Eye...
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled...
How should I index myself so that you can retrieve & cut me . . .
The greatest poem ever known...
I’ve always loved this poem. And now in the original Scottish.
A wonderfully evocative poem for your summer evening…...
A noiseless patient spider,...
I love thy music, mellow bell,...
What we need most, we learn from the menial tasks:...
It rained all day....
I cannot live with You –...
O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,...
I’ve always loved the autumn. Trees bleed amber,...
Neither the wild tulip, poignant...
i thank You God for most this amazing...
Call, by all means, but just once...