February 2012
28 posts
“We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of...”
– T. S. Eliot
January 2012
65 posts
“Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
I SAW in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the branches; Without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous leaves of dark green, And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself; But I wonder’d how it could utter joyous leaves, standing alone there, without its friend, its ...
