by John Updike The days are shortThe sun a sparkHung thin betweenThe dark and darkFat snowy footstepsTrack the floorMilk bottles burstOutside the door.The river isA frozen placeHeld still beneathThe trees of lace.The sky is lowThe wind is gray.The radiatorPurrs all day.
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City Trees
by Edna Millay The trees along this city street, Save for the traffic and the trains, Would make a sound as thin and sweet As trees in country lanes. And people standing in their shade Out of a shower, undoubtedly Would hear such music as is made Upon a country tree. Oh, little leaves thatContinue reading “City Trees”
My Boy Jack
by Rudyard Kipling “Have you news of my boy Jack?” Not this tide. “When do you think that he’ll come back?” Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. “Has any one else had word of him?” Not this tide. For what is sunk will hardly swim, Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.Continue reading “My Boy Jack”
Robin's Nest 