A Dog Has Died
A dog has died I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine. Some day I’ll join him right there, but now he’s gone with his shaggy…
A dog has died I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine. Some day I’ll join him right there, but now he’s gone with his shaggy…
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of…
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends – it gives a lovely light. Edna Saint Vincent Millay