by Elizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the...

This is my 'treatment' (NOT an exact translation!) of the poem 'Becher am boden' from the volume 'Algabal' by the German poet Stefan George (1868-1933). The accompanying picture is 'The Roses...

By Paul Laurence Dunbar

Breezes blowin' middlin' brisk,
Snow-flakes thro' the air a-whisk,
Fallin' kind o' soft an' light,
Not enough to make things white,...

Love Is A Dream With Wine
By Reid Baer

Her face was oval and
her eyes bright hazel brown
matching her brunette bobbed
hair bouncing perfectly...

a poem from: http://blog.thebrownsquare.com

HERE is elegant PROOF TaxTeaParty Reid Baer is NOT RACIST
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Dark Faced Anima Mine
By Reid Baer

I find myself strolling through a garden replete
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