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Traveler, there is no road Caminante, no hay camino Traveler, your footprints are the only road, nothing else. Traveler, there…
Song of the Dark Ages We digged our trenches on the down Beside old barrows, and the wet White…
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When Lawrence Olivier produced Henry V toward the end of World War II it was partly funded by the government…
Here is a scene of violence and inhumanity that feels torn from the front page of the newspaper or a…
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The temperature's rising. Time to think about eating outside and settling in at a sidewalk cafe to watch the world…
Jerry Harp's commentary in the Kenyon Review brought this poem back to mind. Always good to be reminded of William…