By William Shakespeare
Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do…
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do…
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- By William ShakespeareYou do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended… - By K. IverYou’ve never seen a lilac in Mississippi.
Backstage you wear lotion laced with
its chemical imitation… - By Sharon OldsI did not deserve to be beaten,
and I did not deserve ballet lessons—
except insofar as everyone deserves… - By Ava CipriHere is the encyclopedia where I learn first position
Here is where I begin ballet: at 12, in a class… - By David WagonerUnder the sagging clotheslines of crepe paper
By the second string of teachers and wallflowers
In the… - By Robin BeckerThink of the fox skins belted to the backs of the dancers
at Santo Domingo Pueblo, a thousand fox skins… - By Len VerweySorry, I assumed you were awake anyway.
Let's try it without the heavy breathing
toward the end of … - By Luke KennardA much-needed swan song from Cain, blasting Father K’s bien-pensant ideology and everyone else in his…
- By Luke KennardIt is generally believed that the writers had to make the most of a low budget and that this led to…
- By Luke KennardBut not before several undisputed stone-cold classics. This is why we keep writing about Cain: for …
- By Luke KennardOne of Halberg’s more whimsical decisions: just when the action is coming to a head, attempt to pull…
- By Luke KennardInjured, sleep-deprived, sorely tested, Adah, Cain, and Father K are falsely imprisoned in a shallow…
- By Luke KennardAn extremely hubristic, unflattering, and accurate self-portrait, this episode saw Halberg in direct…
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+++++++++++++++++++++… - By Ed SkoogEthics are learned from who you sleep with
the first few times, and theater is sex,
almost. Being in… - By Richie Hofmannthe city not yet shielded in ice the harbor not yet
frozen enough to walk across trees without leaves… - By Lo Kwa Mei-EnWhen the mirror swings open, it calls me obscenely
shapely. A ruby wing slaps the glass. Soft smear.… - By Kanya Kanchanadarkriver moonrise
girlrise locksdrip
firmfoot mudbank
starwheel skinflush
red
mouthswell tongueloll… - By Carolina EbeidCan you let go the concern
for how it began what happened
Here the word house remains
A reddening (…