“Listen … With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts”

My object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word-structure.

Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!

Great lands stretching endlessly…

Sun and wind and beat of sea

These be Three silent things: The Falling snow. . . the hour Before the dawn. . . the mouth of one Just dead.

The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break free from the trees And fall.

The resentment that each child feels for the privileges of the other;

I’ll go to a restaurant where I’ve never been before, and someone will say, “I don’t have anything big for you to eat.” I used to be a little salty about that, but at the end of the day

It takes practice to shave the skin off the light.

It’s very gratifying when that’s what you’re going for, and you can hear the reactions in all the places that you intended.

I’m able to express myself and not get made fun of for it.

But you will still look Chinese, and when people meet you, they’ll see a Chinese girl no matter how well you speak English.

Sometimes my day is crammed full of people and talk and yet I have the feeling of living in utter peace and quiet. And the tree outside my window, in the evenings, is a greater experience than all those people put together.

We tend to be preoccupied by our problems when we have a heightened sense of vulnerability and a diminished sense of power. Today, see each problem as an invitation to prayer.