Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote And bathed every veyne in swich licour…. Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages, Geoffrey Chaucer, Prologue to … Continue reading The Month for Poetry
“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you … Continue reading Happy Valentine’s Day
“My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends – it gives a lovely light!” Edna St. Vincent Millay … Continue reading Edna St. Vincent Millay
