by Robert Frost
There was a kind of poetry I was seeking in my prose, word to be laid against word in just a certain way, a kind of word color, a march of words and sentences, the color to be squeezed out of simple words, simple sentence construction. —Sherwood Anderson, Memoirs
by Emily Brontë
Cagibi, qu’est ce que c’est? What is a cagibi? American phonetic transcription: /kä’jēbē/ French phonetic transcription: /kaʒibi/ A […]
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We come from opposite directions, North and South, East and West, a crosshatch of geographic lines that have […]