Tuesday, November 21st, 2017
On the foam of perilous seas
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that oft-times hath
Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas in fairy lands forlorn.John Keats, “Ode to a Nightingale”
December 4th, 2017 at 16:44
Wow!