Los versos marcados con el asterisco tienen las palabras desordenadas. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed. Repose with tires dear the travel limbs for;. Journey head then a begins but my in,. Far where from then thoughts my for I abide,. Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,.

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

The truth is such a rare. Thing it is delightful to tell it. The latest version of Winamp. Is a good, and free. Choice for updating your audio capabilities. Mac OS X folks attempting to use iTunes should see this page. US Poet Laureate, W.

New review of Poetry! Jun 19, 2012. I have new poems here. With a very kind introduction by my good friend Michael Meyerhofer. Yea for Big Messes! Tonight, I read in Akron as part of the Big Mess Reading series. Fuck the National Endowment for the Arts. How I Roll to AWP.

Writing, acting, sculpting while Rome burns. Monday, August 21, 2017. Why Children Love The Guinness Book of World Records. Children love the Guinness Book of World Records. Because it helps them to orient. Themselves in this world which is still relatively new to them. What better way to get a handle on things, than to learn the extremes between which all other cases occur? So, how tall is the tallest man? I need to know. Fastest vehicle? This, too, the GBOWR.