Poem by John Donne
Ode I. VENGEANCE will sit above our faults ; but till She there do sit, We see her not, nor them. Thus blind, yet still… Read More »Poem by John Donne
Ode I. VENGEANCE will sit above our faults ; but till She there do sit, We see her not, nor them. Thus blind, yet still… Read More »Poem by John Donne
Sunday You are the start of the week or the end of it, and according to The Beatles you creep in like a nun. You’re… Read More »BY JANUARY GILL O’NEIL