Monthly Archives: December 2007

Ah, you are not here, my diamond darling, My ever shooting, radiating star, My rose-petaled sun, My swaying, dancing song, My ship come into shore, My many pounds of gold, My one unique flower, My highest hill, My hands’ joy, … Continue reading →

(with a debt to Ayn Rand for the last line) That man whose grasp of spear Holds not one ounce of fear, But righteous pounds of right For hurling into flight The fact that he is good To fight the … Continue reading →

(I gave my niece a copy of Cyrano de Bergerac for Christmas. She has already expressed her great delight after reading the first act. To her I wrote:) For her whose mind is set aglow By reading hero Cyrano May … Continue reading →