There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobody is going to touch: A cloister, a silence Closing around… — James Wright Copy Share Image
Love, to her ear, was but a name, Combin'd with vanity and shame; Her hopes, her fears, her joys, were all Bounded… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
“I know again why I favor it so much here, how I esteem the hush of this suburban foliage in every season,… — Chang-rae Lee Copy Share Image
