Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
Encountered a radiant form.
Then his steps were eager;
Bowed he devoutly.
"My Lord," said he.
But the spirit knew him not.
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When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity.
by Linda PastanWhen they taught me that what mattered most
was not the strict iambic line goose-stepping
over the page but the variations
in that line and the tension produced