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from “Preludes” (1910-11) The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of… READ MORE
Looked at again and again half consciously by a mind thinking of something else [say, catching a bus or shopping for groceries],… READ MORE
320 There’s a certain Slant of Light Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly… READ MORE
Today is Virginia Woolf’s birthday. While I don’t normally celebrate or recognize the birthdays of my favorite authors, my relationship and… READ MORE
Sketching a Present 