Each Moment a White Bull Steps Shining into the World -by Jane Hirshfeld
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]If the gods bring to you a strange and frightening creature, accept the gift as if it were one you had chosen. Say the accustomed…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]If the gods bring to you a strange and frightening creature, accept the gift as if it were one you had chosen. Say the accustomed…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] by William Wordsworth, 1770 – 1850 There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight To me did…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Remember the sky that you were born under, know each of the star’s stories. Remember the moon, know who she is. Remember the sun’s…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]You’ll know it — as you know ’tis Noon — By Glory — As you do the Sun — By Glory — As you will…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from that time, and play a…