If I'm not mistaken, everyone seems to go back to where they came from, ending up right where they began. Our beloved cat died today. She liked to sit on my head during @3zazen@1 back when she was a child. I bow to her magnificence beside which all churches and temples are privy holes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG by PADRAIC COLUM A CALIFORNIA CHRISTMAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER SEVEN AGES OF MAN, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SPRING IN WAR TIME by SARA TEASDALE CHARACTERS: MARY HOLLAND ENFIELD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WHO SEEKS THE KING by LARENE KING BLEECKER |