Paragraph: from Essays in Idleness by Kenkō
I feel sorry for the man who says that night dims the beauty of things. At night colors, ornaments, and richness of materials show to their best advantage.…
I feel sorry for the man who says that night dims the beauty of things. At night colors, ornaments, and richness of materials show to their best advantage.…
[Note: I'm having trouble embedding this video. Please refer here to watch on YouTube.] Poetry can be difficult but, in general, a good poem is not at all…
Lonely Hearts by Wendy Cope Can someone make my simple wish come true? Male biker seeks female for touring fun. Do you live in North London? Is it…
How many times have I seen them? I don’t know. The man––the woman’s son?––is perhaps in his fifties. Maybe she is in her seventies or eighties. She is…