Monday, October 20, 2008
Friday, September 05, 2008
Musings by Robert E. Howard
The little poets sing of little things:Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings;
Lovers who kissed and then were made as one,
And modest flowers waving in the sun.
The mighty poets write in blood and tears
And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears. ...