POET. Good day, sir. PAINTER. I am glad y'are well. POET. I have not seen you long; how goes the ...

FIRST CITIZEN. Before we proceed any further, hear me speak. ALL. Speak, speak. FIRST CITIZEN. YO...

Profoundly powerful and evocative in voice and tone, this collection of introspective and visiona...

PHILO. Nay, but this dotage of our general's ...

FIRST CITIZEN. Before we proceed any further, hear me speak. ALL. Speak, speak. FIRST CITIZEN. YO...

'These poems have a lovely pacing and interior radiance.' -Tess Gallagher '. . . superbly written...

We are all captive to death - to transitions in and out of this world, and we are forever trying ...

Reveille was over at the military school, and the three boys on the end of the line nearest the m...

The wildness of the natural world, and of the spirit, just barely contained; the elemental and th...

Well, Christy, how do you feel this morning? asked Captain Passford, one bright morning in April,...

The Philebus appears to be one of the later writings of Plato, in which the style has begun to al...

DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, ...