Where the path closed down and over, through the scumbled leaves, fallen branches, through the knotted catbrier, I kept going. Finally I could not save my arms from thorns; soon the mosquitoes smelled me, hot and wounded, and came wheeling and whining. And that’s how I came to the edge of the pond: black and […]
Category: Just Shelley
Route 66
If you ever plan to motor west, Travel my way, take the highway, that’s the best. Get your kicks on Route 66. It winds from Chicago to L.A. More than 2000 miles all the way, Get your kicks on Route 66. Now you go through Saint Louie, And Joplin, Missouri, And Oklahoma City looks mighty […]
The Negro speaks of rivers
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young. I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep. I looked upon the […]
Women’s Early art
As I was continuing my research into the mysteries of poetry for Poetry Finder, I stumbled on to an incredible site that I had to provide a link to — the Women’s Early Art network. There is no explanation to the site, no wordy “why we’re here”. All you’ll find at the site is art, elegantly presented, in […]
Women’s Early art
As I was continuing my research into the mysteries of poetry for Poetry Finder, I stumbled on to an incredible site that I had to provide a link to — the Women’s Early Art network. There is no explanation to the site, no wordy “why we’re here”. All you’ll find at the site is art, elegantly presented, in […]
