Poetry: Dickinson – Because I could not stop for Death

"Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality." #EmilyDickinson #poetry

Poetry: Li Po – Sitting Alone by Ching-t’ing Mountain

We never tire of this dance because, unlike the mountain, we trust in a more reliable thing than either the seasonable birds or the crumbling mountain.

Poetry: Shakespeare – Sonnet 146

For once death is dead, swallowed up in Christ's victory, "there's no more dying then."

Oh poetry, how I love thee

Oh poetry, how I love thee

Let Old Wrinkles Come!

With mirth and laughter, let old wrinkles come.The Merchant of Venice Who wants to talk about wrinkles, right? They are considered a sign of age and something to be avoided or minimized by any means necessary. And yet, I have this quote in two places in my office. One is on a candle, from a …

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