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Lullaby by W. H. Auden Lay your sleeping head, my
Lullaby by W. H. Auden Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful chil...

Excerpt from Under Milk Wood. by Dylan Thomas. FIRST VOICE
Excerpt from Under Milk Wood. by Dylan Thomas. FIRST VOICE [very softly] To begin at the beginning: It is Spring, moonless night in the small tow...

I dont know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay
I dont know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be...

Learning to fly. By Sarah Courtney Dean. Grey, leaden clouds
Learning to fly. By Sarah Courtney Dean. Grey, leaden clouds scud across the sky driven by gale force gusts of wind. As in the harbour sail boats res...

The bard is the one willing to learn, the one especially willing
The bard is the one willing to learn, the one especially willing to learn unwelcome things about what the rest of us know. It is a burdensome, weighty...