Tag Archives: Percy Bysshe Shelley

A Beat With No Melody

    “…love’s not the song, but after— like the mute, remembered chorus of the rain      that stains the walk long after falling, or the lifeless stalk      still hoisting its head of grain.”   Winter haltingly segues into spring, the … Continue reading

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Where Heaven Meets the Earth and Sea

At the spot in Dublin where a small seashell filled with Jim’s ashes wafted into the sea, a tiny spray of them lifted by a breeze into an arc that glittered in the rising sun, one would be hard-pressed to … Continue reading

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