As the sun sets in the sky and the night comes in,
The day of the next where there is nothing. There is no feeling, only numb as the continuation of the revelations. 118 more words
Pondering the crisis so many First Nations communities face over water quality, you can’t help but think of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge: “Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.” 581 more words
Now that a full term at college is over, it’s time for our reports to be sent home to parents.
Some students dread them. Some, like me don’t really waste too much time worrying about them. 1,076 more words
The OCR anthology Towards a World Unknown has the poem in full at this link:
A rough analysis: (the last line is analysed in the last paragraph) 1,547 more words