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FOOLISH HEART By Matt Kagen Bells are ringing & children singing, but what of the foolish heart? As the bird goes up and up As the cup spills out and over All that is holy is profaned, you know that, and yet you... See more

Thus we kept on like true idealists, rejecting the evidence of our senses, until at a turn in the road we heard the crackling and actually felt the heat of the fire from over the wall, and realized, alas! that we were there.

Henry David Thoreau • Walden (AmazonClassics Edition)

How Robert Frost Writes A Poem

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These cellar dents, like deserted fox burrows, old holes, are all that is left where once were the stir and bustle of human life, and “fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute,” in some form and dialect or other were by turns discussed.

Henry David Thoreau • Walden (AmazonClassics Edition)

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen... See more

'Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone' - W H Auden

‘Wrong,’ he said. ‘A happy man is too occupied with his life. He thinks he is beholden to no one. But make him shiver, kill his wife, cripple his child, then you will hear from him. He will starve his family for a month to buy you a pure-white yearling calf. If he can afford it, he will buy you a hundred.’

Madeline Miller • Circe: The International No. 1 Bestseller - Shortlisted for the Women's Prize for Fiction 2019

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