Poetry: The Awakening by James Weldon Johnson
The Awakening by James Weldon Johnson I dreamed that I was a rose That grew beside a lonely way, Close by a path none ever chose, And there I…
The Awakening by James Weldon Johnson I dreamed that I was a rose That grew beside a lonely way, Close by a path none ever chose, And there I…
The Soul's Friend by Rumiº Listen to your essential self, the Friend: When you feel longing, be patient, and also prudent, moderate with eating and drinking. Be like …
La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats I. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has wither’d from the lake, And no birds…
The Day Bowie Died After The Day Lady Died It was one of those Sunday nights when tiredness is mental and the calm reaches inside to…
A Garden by H. P. Lovecraft There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams, Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral…