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Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water
Did you ever understand this? If my spirit was poor, how could… Was I depressed? Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inse…
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
You confide in me that you are lonely,
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
