What is the past, after all, but a vast sheet of darkness in which a few moments, pricked apparently at random, shine?

It’s spring! Farewell To chills and colds! The blushing, girlish World unfolds Each flower, leaf And blade of sod— Small letters sent To her from God.

I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip and swirl like barn swallows, I swing. There is a fruitless commotion of dust and rubber at my feet. "Smothered it," I say promptly. After enough lessons the terminology becomes second nature.

New York is of course many cities, and an exile does not return to the one he left.

How can the planet keep turning and turning and not get so bored it explodes?

Suddenly summoned to witness something great and horrendous, we keep fighting not to reduce it to our own smallness.

For male and female alike, the bodies of the other sex are messages signaling what we must do - they are glowing signifiers of our own necessities.