Monthly Archives: December 2013

Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods … Continue reading →

All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may … Continue reading →

Deep in the mountains at night, alone in my hermitage,I listen to the plaintive sound of rain and snow.A monkey cries on top of a mountain;The sound of the valley river has faded away.A light flickers in front of the … Continue reading →