No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be true. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
Monthly Archives: September 2016
(one of my favorite poems ever) Move him into the sun— Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields half-sown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know. Think how it wakes the seeds,— Woke, […]
“It is the working man who is the happy man. It is the idle man who is the miserable man” ~Benjamin Franklin
Michele Marie's Poetry By The Fireside... 