262 – Holding our breath
With what kind of voice would the spider cry in the autumn wind? — Basho For the moment, not even a breeze – while …
With what kind of voice would the spider cry in the autumn wind? — Basho For the moment, not even a breeze – while …
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch …
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire in …
Plume of pampas grass Trembling in every wind… Hush, my lonely heart — Issa After the early days of Spring, after the Tuis have gorged themselves on the …
The clouds had turned black and the first few drops of rain had started to fall. I was weaving my way along the street trying …
In the afternoon light I could see a woman’s silhouette in the glass panel of our team’s main meeting room. From the hallway I watched …
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