Preludes by T. S. Eliot
Preludes by T. S. Eliot I The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The
Month: March 2011
A Dream by Matthew Aronold
A Dream by Matthew Aronold Was it a dream? We sail’d, I thought we sail’d, Martin and I, down the
A Drinking Song by W.B. Yests
A Drinking Song by W.B. Yests Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s
Requiescat by Oscar Wilde
Requiescat by Oscar Wilde Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.