By CAConrad
Frank knows a
butterfly
who wonders
about her old
caterpillar
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- By CAConradFrank is a young boy asleep in ancient Tibet what you thought was your life is really his dream he may...
- By W. H. AudenLooking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifferenc...
- By J. Estanislao LopezThis century is younger than me. It dresses itself in an overlong coat of Enlightenment thinking despite...
- By Norman FinkelsteinYou enter the city with harps and with flutes, with drums and with baskets of grapes and pomegranates...
- By T. S. EliotI. The Burial of the Dead April is the cruellest monthApril is the cruellest month The Waste Land begins with...
- By CAConradGrowing up in a rural factory town I watched my creative family extend the grind oft monotonous jobs...
- By UnknownAlways the one alone longs for mercy, the Maker's mildness, though, troubled in mind, across the ocean...
- By UnknownHere begynnes a tretys and god schorte refreytebytwixe Wynnere and Wastoure Sythen that Bretayne was...
- By Elizabeth Willisin the wind / an inky air in the air / finchness in the ink / a stone in the winter / winter in the ...
- By T. S. EliotWebster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under...
- By Angelina Weld GrimkéI have just seen a most beautiful thing Slim and still Against a gold, gold sky, A straight black cypress...
- By Katie WillinghamLately, I've enlisted an app on my phone to keep track of the time that I can't witness—it maps the ...
- By Katie WillinghamWe know the last stuffed specimen of the dodo burned in 1755, though Wikipedia's "Dodo: Talk" page shows...
- By Moon Bo YoungThe research center is a cube building with a neat chimney plunged into the right side. The researchers...
- By Rosemary TonksI shall fill up that pit inside me With my gloomiest thoughts; and then Spread myself, prostrate, inert...
- By L. M. RiveraI. Why do we immortally begin with an apocalyptic outpouring— the way a diamond might be flung into ...
- By Dante AlighieriAs I drew nearer to the end of all desire, I brought my longing's ardor to a final height, Just as I...
- By Ray DiPalmaIn an attempt to transcend my limitations I have thought to create an expressive neutrality. These ...
