Between my finger and my thumbThe squat pen rests; as snug as a gun.Under my window a clean rasping soundWhen the spade sinks into gravelly ground:My ...
One day, a guru foresaw in a flash of vision what he would be in his next life. So he called his favorite disciple and asked him what he would do for ...
How do I love thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightM...