Como una gota de rocío menguó, y tengo que aceptarlo, amiga mía. La estrella boreal,o de bóreas, se replantea en este crudo mes, salir con el frío, yo tengo a mi mamá, que se levanta antes, para darme calor y... abro las ventanas de aquí, la única salutación al sol, y recompongo mis...

I ran across (no pun intended) this sonnet published in 1630 by Jacobus Revius a Protestant poet and preacher who through a self-accusatory technique which many 17th century artists of the Calvinistic reformist movement employed to examine their relationship to Christ and profess their guilt for his...

Leaving the Hospital I am climbing the golden stairway of my hair to the sweet hereafter a flute is playing and I wonder if it is real music of heaven and I am deceased my legs somewhat numb but no, I see the flautist in his tuxedo I half expect him to have donkey ears but he does not, so he is...