I read the text; and then I come to the Shirat ha-Yam, to the Song of the Sea [Exodus 15], to the… — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
He was weary of himself, of cold ideas and brain dreams. Life a poem? Not when you went about forever poetizing about… — Jens Peter Jacobsen Copy Share Image
A long-term substance abuser, a few months before his death, penned this poem: Went downtown, Hastings and Main, looking for relief from… — Gabor Mate Copy Share Image