Moonlight What time the meanest brick and stone Take on a beauty not their own, And past the flaw of…
Traveler, there is no road Caminante, no hay camino Traveler, your footprints are the only road, nothing else. Traveler, there…
Epitaph on a Tyrant Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, And the poetry he invented was easy…
The Journey by Mary Oliver One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices…