The hard necessity of bringing the judge on the bench down into the dock has been the peculiar responsibility of the writer in all... ages of man.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But I was trying to tell you about a strange thing That happened to me, but this is no way to tell about it,... By making it truly happen. It drifts away in fragments. And one is left sitting in the yard To try to write poetry Using what Wyatt and Surrey left around....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He slipped his hand and ran away! He hadn't gone a yard when--Bang!... With open jaws, a lion sprang, And hungrily began to eat The boy: beginning at his feet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I've roses to guard In the architectural prettiness of my yard.... (But there are no paths remarkable for wide Believable welcomes.)LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I've stayed in the front yard all my life. I want a peek at the back... Where it's rough and untended and hungry weed grows. A girl gets sick of a rose.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Then I had only prisoners' thoughts. I awaited the daily walk which I took in the yard, or my lawyer's visit. I managed the remain...der of my time very well. I have often thought that if I was made to live in a dry tree trunk, without any other occupation but to watch the flower of the sky above my head, I would have gradually gotten used to it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »