Warm sun, quiet air
an old man sits
in the doorway of
a broken house--
boards for windows
plaster falling
from between the stones
and strokes the head
of a spotted dog
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Quotes of the Day
Heresy is only another word for freedom of thought.
by Sylvia Plath
The groundhog on the mountain did not run
But fatly scuttled into the splayed fern
And faced me, back to a ledge of dirt, to rattle
Her sallow rodent teeth like castanets