I have nothing revolutionary or even novel to offer.
Category Archive: 1887
Poetry is all nouns and verbs.
My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.
Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.
Go beyond science, into the region of metaphysics. Real religion is beyond argument. It can only be lived both inwardly and outwardly.
When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood.
Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I have never seemed to get out of it ever since.
Superior people never make long visits.
Throughout this evolution from left to right, Beard always detested war. Hence his writings were slanted to show that the military side of history was insignificant or a mere reflection of economic forces.
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.