Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W. B. Yeats
Saturday, March 11
Friday, March 3
Thursday, March 2
Wednesday, March 1
Whenever you throw stones into the sea
It sends ripples through me.
Dunya Mikhail
http://www.wordswithoutborders.org/dispatches/article/the-translator-relay-kareem-james-abu-zeid-jessie-chaffee
It sends ripples through me.
Dunya Mikhail
http://www.wordswithoutborders.org/dispatches/article/the-translator-relay-kareem-james-abu-zeid-jessie-chaffee
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)