Excursion
The bridge that opens is
the only way to take.
And where the river meets
the sea begins the dream
the earth remembers when
it sleeps. Horizons far
away seem closer than
the course. But if you start
to drift, it finds your source.
~Son Rivers 2006
FRESH POSSIBILITIES
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Today we will look at a seasonal poem by A. E. Housman, taking it verse by
verse. XVI — SPRING MORNING Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot
renews,And ...
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