[Next, I looked up Elizabeth Bishop's poem] North Haven, ... The caftan in clear red silk with a richness of eyelet embroidery at outstretched sleeve. Did someone say party? |
I saw the spiders marching through the air, Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day In latter August when the hay Came creaking to the barn. |
If we see light at the end of the tunnel, it the light of the oncoming train. |
If youth is a defect, it is one we outgrow too soon. |
Is getting well ever an art/ Or art a way to get well. |
It is almost never possible to do pre-licensing studies that are large enough to find very rare events with great certainty, ... We have to find the correct balance between safety and making new preventive tools -- such as vaccines -- at a cost our society can afford. |
It's the light of the oncoming train. |
The light at the end of the tunnel is just the light of an oncoming train. |
The Lord survives the rainbow of His will. |
The monument sticks like a fishbone / in the city's throat. |
This is death / To die and know it. This is the Black Widow, death. |