“Come to the beach with me And watch the pelicans die, Hear their feeble screams Calling to an empty sky Where once… — James Kavanaugh Copy Share Image
WE DASH THE BLACK RIVER, ITS flats smooth as stone. Not a ship, not a dinghy, not one cry of white. The… — James Salter Copy Share Image
blind wantons like the gulls who scream And rip the edge off any ideal or dream. — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
