The Sun in Poetry
Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put […]
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The Sun in Poetry
I’ll tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks
Parkinson’s Disease: Two Perspectives
1. This is what I think comes to many people’s mind when they hear that someone has Parkinson’s disease. They envision an elderly person, cloaked in stuffy clothes, confined to a
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The Sun in Poetry
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host,
The Sun in Poetry
As I Grew Older It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun— My
The Sun in Poetry
Spring Day [Bath] The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The sunshine pours in at the bath-room window and
Bruce Writes a Sonnet
I wrote this sonnet today while eating lunch in a Manhattan restaurant. I photographed the flowers a few days ago in our garden. The Guest I have this guest named Mr.
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The Sun in Poetry
The Vantage Point If tired of trees I seek again mankind, Well I know where to hie me—in the dawn, To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn. There
The Sun in Poetry
Swallows They dip their wings in the sunset, They dash against the air As if to break themselves upon its stillness: In every movement, too swift to count, Is a
The Sun in Poetry
Still Life Cool your heels on the rail of an observation car. Let the engineer open her up for ninety miles an hour. Take in the prairie right and left,