Books, books, books! I

Books, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret room Piled high with cases in my father’s name; Piled high, packed large,–where, creeping in and out Among the giant fossils of my past, Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there At this or that … Read more

When I look back

When I look back on my past and think how much time I wasted on nothing, how much time has been lost in futilities, errors, laziness, incapacity to live; how little I appreciated it, how many times I sinned against my heart and soul-then my heart bleeds. Life is a gift, life is happiness, every … Read more