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Cliche Sunday

I haven’t mentioned my accident much on this blog, although anyone who also reads my RunnerwithaBlog knows I was in a car accident in February. I think the worst part was the broken knee, as that is what I am still fighting with. 603 more words

Cliche Sunday

“Never find fault with the absent.”

—Alexander Pope.

Thought For Today

Not Quite Enough

I’m just about to finish a book called “Quite Enough of Calvin Trillin” which is a depressing prospect to contemplate.  I often feel bad at the end of a good book, sometimes even at the end of a bad book, largely because my taste in books is somewhat narrow.   390 more words

Humor

'His steed was a gigantic Prius' - the hard thing about occasional poems

I believe (i.e. this is not a statement I can back up with scientific data) that it used to be quite common to give and receive original poems as gifts – the poems were not given  663 more words

Ode to Solitude

Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, 85 more words

Poetry

THE ODYSSEY OF HOMER

THE ODYSSEY OF HOMER translated by Alexander Pope

BOOK I

ARGUMENT.

MINERVA'S DESCENT TO ITHACA.

The poem opens within forty eight days of the arrival of Ulysses
in his dominions. 568 more words
Poetry

Solitude

Alexander Pope ( 1688-1744) was born in London and became severely ill at the age of twelve so that his health was ruined and his body was deformed. 147 more words

Poetry