“There is a Hand to turn the time, Though thy Glass today be run, Till the Light hath brought the Towers low Find the last poor Preterite one . . . Till the Riders sleep by ev'ry road, All through… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
This evening, I sat by an open window and read till the light was gone and the book was no more than a part of the darkness… — Ted Kooser Copy Share Image
