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Conrad Aiken Bread and Music Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; All that was once so beautiful is … Continue reading
Category Archives: The real Mamacita
William Wordsworth She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden … Continue reading
Sara Teasdale I Shall Not Care When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Though you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care. I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful … Continue reading
Mamacita says: Remember the expression “audio-visual?” Remember the group of kids whose free period each day was given over to the library, and specifically to run the projectors? 16mm movies? Reel-to-reel sound recordings? Filmstrip projectors? (BEEP. Advance. BEEP. Advance. . … Continue reading
Mamacita says: We don’t use our front door much unless we have houseguests, and then mainly because we don’t want anybody to risk tripping over something as they follow the tiny path of nonclutter through the garage to the outer … Continue reading
Mamacita says: Every day is grammar day for people who know how to use their own language correctly. This, of course, should be everyone who lives in any given country, and it is, for most countries. Except ours. The sad … Continue reading