A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth. There is this difference between a story and a poem, that a story is a...

Part Four: Time and Eternity X I DIED for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an...

Most esteemed Fathers, I have read in the ancient writings of the Arabians that Abdala the Saracen on being asked what, on this stage, so...

ACCORDING to one mode of regarding those two classes of mental action, which are called reason and imagination, the former may be...

Take a look at the night sky. See the vast emptiness of its darkness. Now think that although the world may look scary and threatening...

They say that when we fall in love it is forever, and perhaps that is true. Even though we change who we are through time, through our...

Listen . . . Do you hear that? Perhaps it’s hard to hear with all those cars running by, or with all the rumbling and grumbling the...

Following the Parnassian French poets of the late 19th century, comes one named Paul Verlaine, whose writings lead to inspire and shape...

Soft, smooth surface like milk made flesh… Airy sway of millions and trillions of strings as if the wind were sweetly kissing the...