A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp …

A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp …
If I were a bear, And a big bear too, I shouldn’t much care If it froze or snew;
A rose has thorns as well as honey, I’ll not have her for love or money; ….
“I blow my breath,” said the old man, “and the streams stand still. The water becomes stiff and hard as clear stone.”
“I breathe” said the young man, “and flowers spring up, all over the plains.”
In me is a little painted square
Bordered by old shops, with gaudy awnings.
Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt A picture in a newspaper She has been burning palaces. “To...
At the Spring Dawn Angelina Weld Grimké I watched the dawn come, Watched the spring dawn come.And the red sun shouldered his way up Through the grey, through the blue,Through the lilac mists.The quiet of it! The goodness of it! And one bird awoke, sang,...
Elephants and birds of beauty and a gold fish. Gold fish or a superstition. They always bring bad luck. He had them and …read more
And only to the heart that knows of grief,
Of desolating fire, of human pain,
There comes some purifying sweet belief,
Some fellow-feeling beautiful, if brief.
And life revives, and blossoms once again.
ON (Thursday, October 27th) EVENT magazine hosted an evening of prose and poetry, showcasing the work of four indigenous writers.