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THE BEAR CAME OVER THE MOUNTAIN by ALICE MUNRO Please go to the following link: http://www.newyorker.com/printables/archive/060605fr_archive...

Love Is Not All Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men tha...

A noiseless patient spider, I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark'...

I hope you are all enjoying "The Real Thing". Are you?

The participants in this Round Table were the first group to test the waters. I have to give them credit for trying to put a plan of attack ...

On a scale of one to ten, I would mark this Round Table as a 6. All the participants in this round table could produce much better work. So ...

I always try to write on the principle of the iceberg. There is seven-eighths of it underwater for every part that shows. Anything you know ...

The Road Not Taken TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked dow...

Chief Seattle (more correctly known as Seathl) was a Susquamish chief who lived on the islands of the Puget Sound. As a young warrier, Chief...

Chicago Poet I SALUTED a nobody. I saw him in a looking-glass. He smiled—so did I. He crumpled the skin on his forehead, frowning—so did...

by Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886 There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedr...

You can find alafaco at the following address: http://alafaco.blogspot.com/ Words to Ponder: “Information is endlessly available to us; wher...

A Glimpse, through an interstice caught, Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove, late of a winter night--And I...

I would like to welcome you all to this new academic year. Last year was wonderful thanks to the interest and enthusiasm many of you contrib...

“Cloud, Castle, Lake,” Nabokov gives us a tale of peculiar horror wrapped up in fairy-tale whimsy. “Cloud, Castle, Lake” is a parable on the...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I cou...

After Apple-Picking My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn...

“The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence; not in silence, but restraint” “Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with...