Japanese Maple by Clive James

Japanese Maple’ by Clive James Your death, near now, is of an easy sort. So slow a fading out brings no real pain. Breath growing short Is just uncomfortable. You feel the drain Of energy, but thought and sight remain: Enhanced, in fact. When did you ever see So much sweet beauty as when fine […]

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December 1st by Billy Collins

December 1st by Billy Collins Today is my mother’s birthday, but she’s not here to celebrate by opening a flowery card or looking calmly out a window. If my mother were alive, she’d be 114 years old, and I am guessing neither of us would be enjoying her birthday very much. Mother, I would love […]

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