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This Merry Month of Maying

Such a twanging of bells and rapping of knockers; such a scampering of feet in the dark; such droll collisions as boys came racing round corners, or girls ran into one another’s arms as they crept up and down steps on the sly.
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Poems & Poetry

Sorrow by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
…Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain, –
Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane, 37 more words

Poetry

"April is the cruellest month"

Thank you, TS Eliot for summing up the weather situation in New England – too hot, too cold, too wet, too dry.

Eliot is pretty famous for this book: 491 more words

Spring

Earth Day

Today is Earth Day: All around the world people are celebrating its beauty and fragility. Since it is also National Poetry Month, I wanted to share a favorite poem with you: 128 more words

Scars

“Love is not blind. I see with single eye
Your ugliness and other women’s grace.”-Edna St. Vincent Millay

Scars

by Carmen H Gray

There is a collective fascination… 54 more words

APRIL: Pleasure & Pain

As I travel from south to north each spring, from the Texas Gulf Coast all the way to Canada, I am greeted by diminishing waves of color in the form of greening grass, redbud trees, dandelions, forsythia, and finally, lilacs. 506 more words

Beowulf