When we were thirty, my friend Sara said, "When I start getting wrinkles, I'm going to have surgery to get rid of them." "Why would you want to do that?" I asked, flipping through the latest edition of Vanity Fair. "Why not grow old gracefully?" "Because," she said, "there's no grace in having wrinkles."
I want you to know There is someone new: He laughs at my jokes and rings me every day at lunchtime to see how I am. He gazes earnestly at me over the caesar salad on the table at Pizza Express and
one year and one month after i dropped the stone down the dark well i still wait to hear it splash silence, silence, a whisper of wind is that my heart knocking against the hollow walls? is that the stone skipping over the mossy bricks?
II. Let the indolent seasons turn their way; The orb in space is spinning round the sun and we ourselves our respective lives, live . Time ' from now, this autumn parting, with browning leaves we leave and fly,