I Wake and Feel the Fell of Dark, Not Day, by Gerard Manley Hopkins
> I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night! what sights you, heart, »
> I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night! what sights you, heart, »
> I remember the whole beginning as a succession of flights and drops, a little seesaw of the right throbs and the wrong. After rising, in »
> This one who's blind. She's the one that can see. Don't Look Now, 1973, directed by Nicolas Roeg [https: »
> When animal droppings and garbage and spoiled straw are piled up in a great heap, the rotting and moiling give forth heat. Usually no one »
> WHOEVER loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea for nothing but to »