2003-2004

let us go then you and i...because i could not stop for death
never give all the heart
turning and turning in the widening gyre
mrs. dalloway said "i will buy the flowers myself"
call me ishmael
it was the best of times it was the worst of time
what lips my lips have kissed and why
come live with me and be my love
o rose, thou art sick
i wandered lonely as a cloud
sad rose of all my days
hope is a thing with feathers
o i slipped the surly bonds reflection 2004of earth
death be not proud
out of the night that covers me
do not go gently into that good night
how do I love thee? let me count the ways
'twas brillig, and the slithy toves
five years have passed; five summers, with the length
something there is that doesn't love a wall
that's my last duchess painted on the wall
i celebrate myself, and sing myself
...two roads diverged in a yellow wood
tyger, tyger, burning bright
in the beginning was the word
my life had stood a loaded gun
shall I compare thee to a summer's day
sing in me muse
i have met them at close of day
april is the cruelest month
so much depends
in xanadu did kubla khan
to strive, to seek, to find and not to yield
the sea is calm tonight
september rain falls on the house
when gregor samson awoke one morning after uneasy dreams...so much depends