She had an uncanny energy for lifethankful for every little miracle it bestowed—and it made herentirely impossibleto live without. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com
“Leisure” by W. H. Davies
“Leisure” by W. H. Davies What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight,S ...Show more
NO ONE CAPTURES MY HEART LIKE YOU No One Captures My Heart Like You You Are My First Love You Have Captured My Heart Just to Sit At Your Feet Would Be to Choose The Better Part For…
Claire and I swoon over one of our favorites, Conrad's Heart of Darkness. We talk about how and when to approach great books, what makes Conrad a master prose stylist, how this work subverts too-easy dichotomies of light and dark, Kurtz as a distillation of Europe, why Marlowe st ...Show more
Chorus Your Love Is a River Running through My Soul Oh, How Could I Ever Let You Go? Your Love Is a Mountain Climbing to the Sky You Proved Your Love For Me When You Were Crucified Verses Your Light Is Breaking through The Window Of My Soul The Darkness Is Passing Your Love Has M ...Show more