In the first poem Yapko is flexing his muscles, possibly beating Frost at his own game: tennis with a net.…
Thank you, Margaret B. It grows pleasantly with a bit of invention, which is the fun legends offer us.
Irony in your final questions about Spencer and fellow "sages," James. They are dead, but their godless ideas live on…
Thanks, Roy. Tonight's the night for stargazing and wish-making, along with those cold somen noodles.
Placid white bull lolls In warming sun, first flowers? I feel so foolish.
In the first poem Yapko is flexing his muscles, possibly beating Frost at his own game: tennis with a net.…
Thank you, Margaret B. It grows pleasantly with a bit of invention, which is the fun legends offer us.
Irony in your final questions about Spencer and fellow "sages," James. They are dead, but their godless ideas live on…
Thanks, Roy. Tonight's the night for stargazing and wish-making, along with those cold somen noodles.