David Given Schwarm

       In the death-chamber for a moment Death,       Sham’d by the presence of that living Might,       Blush’d to annihilation, and the breath       Revisited those lips, and Life’s pale light       Flash’d through those limbs, so late her dear delight.       “Leave me not wild and drear and comfortless,       As silent lightning leaves the starless night!       Leave me…

The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende My rating: 5 of 5 stars man–amazing read. not really the book for me, but still by the end this book has completely transformed and hooked you. A political, brutal, feminist, shocking look at south america over time–that honestly reads as fiction, which is nice, but is…

Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them.

       Out of her secret Paradise she sped,       Through camps and cities rough with stone, and steel,       And human hearts, which to her aery tread       Yielding not, wounded the invisible       Palms of her tender feet where’er they fell:       And barbed tongues, and thoughts more sharp than they,       Rent the soft Form they never could repel,      …

       She rose like an autumnal Night, that springs       Out of the East, and follows wild and drear       The golden Day, which, on eternal wings,       Even as a ghost abandoning a bier,       Had left the Earth a corpse. Sorrow and fear       So struck, so rous’d, so rapt Urania;       So sadden’d round her like an atmosphere      …