Dose of Beauty: October 14, 2011
Dillard Sissman by EDGAR LEE MASTERS The buzzards wheel slowly In wide circles, in a sky Faintly hazed as from dust from the road. And a wind sweeps through the pasture where I lie Beating the grass into long waves. My kite is above the wind, Though now and then it wobbles, Like a man shaking his shoulders; And … Read more