I kicked off the month of trees with the start of Kilmer’s poem about trees, and am ending with his final lines. … Poems are made by fools like me, […]
South Bank, London, July 2021 Now over to all of you. Do come and join us in our Saturday six-word musings. I’ll admit that many of us openly break the […]
On scorched and conflagrated sands, In sapped and grudging desolation, The solitary Upas stands Grim sentinel of all creation. – from The Upas Tree (Анчар) by Alexander Pushkin read more […]
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, … I love not man the less, but Nature more, – from Childe Harold’s […]
