My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
- William Shakespeare So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I…
- Emily Dickinson The Soul has Bandaged moments – When too appalled to stir – She feels some ghastly Fright come up And stop to look…
-Don Marquis From “archy and mehitabel,” 1927 boss i went and interviewed the mummy of the egyptian pharaoh in the metropolitan museum…