There was once a great kingdom, and its great king had a beautiful daughter who passed her days in solitude, weaving garments for the pleasure of her
Sure, I know that you are tired of hearing about it But most repeat the same theme over and over again, It's as if they were trying to refine what seems
, he sat on the bank, While the river chattered on to him, A babbling procession of the best stories in the world, Sent from the heart of the earth to
performed in sorrow, It can also take place in joy. When the images of earth cling too tightly to memory, It happens that melancholy arises in man's heart
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she
In the last quarter of the twentieth century much of the world sat on the edge of an increasingly expensive theater seat waiting for something momentous
) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow
1978 - San Diego: I'd just come out the other side of a relationship that blew up I was angry, and disillusioned, and ultimately self-destructive. I
