Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Category Archive: March 3
To appreciate present conditions, collate them with those of antiquity.
Poets that lasting marble seek Must come in Latin or in Greek.
He puts his right hand lightly on the cup, I put my left, leaving the right free to transcribe, and away we go. We get, oh, 500 to 600 words an hour. Better than gasoline.
To love is to believe, to hope, to know; Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!
The seas are quiet when the winds give o’er; So calm are we when passions are no more!
Knowing some Greek helped defuse forbidding words – not that I counted much on using them. You’ll find only trace elements of this language in the poem.
I’d like to think the scientists need us – but do they? Did Newton need Blake?
How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
Before trying a novel I wrote a couple of plays.