All creatures great and small by James Herriot
Start date 3/15/16
End date 4/15/16
The last will and Testament of Senhor da Silva Araujo
By Germano Almeida and Sheila Faria Glazer
Start date 3/15/16
End date 4/15/16
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Thursday, March 3, 2016
Poem By Rita Dove " I have been a stranger in a strange land
I have been a stranger in a strange land”
Rita Dove
Life's spell is so exquisite, everything conspires to break it.
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
It wasn't bliss. What was bliss
but the ordinary life? She'd spend hours
in patter, moving through whole days
touching, sniffing, tasting . . . exquisite
housekeeping in a charmed world.
And yet there was always
more of the same, all that happiness,
the aimless Being There.
So she wandered for a while, bush to arbor,
lingered to look through a pond's restive mirror.
He was off cataloging the universe, probably,
pretending he could organize
what was clearly someone else's chaos.
That's when she found the tree,
the dark, crabbed branches
bearing up such speechless bounty,
she knew without being told
this was forbidden. It wasn't
a question of ownership—
who could lay claim to
such maddening perfection?
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