Unreal City

We Wear the Mask   By Paul Laurence Dunbar   We wear ...

There will Come Soft Rain by Sara Teasdale  There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shi...

The Silken Tent By Robert Frost  She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew and all ...

love is a place by E. E. Cummings love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes...

"the laughing heart" by Charles Bukowski your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watc...

The Fascination of What’s Difficult By William Butler Yeats ...

The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner By Randall Jarrell From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly ti...