Edna St. Vincent Millay

As to some lovely temple, tenantless Long since, that once was sweet with shivering brass, Knowing well its altars ruined and the grass Grown up between the stones, yet from excess Of grief hard driven, or great loneliness,… Read More

Rainy Day Ruminations

It’s been a rainy couple of days lately, and I couldn’t help thinking of one of my favorite poems to get me through it. If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left… Read More

An Atlas of the Difficult World

Flags are blossoming now where little else is blossoming and I am bent on fathoming what it means to love my country. Adrienne Rich