A Rose By Any Other Name. A ball will bounce; but less and less. A light-hearted thing, resents its own resilience. Falling is what it loves, and the earth falls. So in our hearts from brilliance,. It takes a sky-blue juggler with five red balls. To shake our gravity up. Whee, in the air. The balls roll around, wheel on his wheeling hands,. Learning the ways of lightness, alter to spheres. Grazing his finger ends,. Cling to their courses there,. He reels that heaven in,.

That is one of the three words I learned in my three years of French. This is my blog for studying works written by people who are better at English than me. Such days as thou, not even thou didst know. When thee, the eyes of that harsh long ago. Saw, salient, at the cross of devious ways,. And all the country heard thee with amaze. Oh, for thy voice high-sounding.

Bass, Baseball, and Blogs. This blog is a way for me to express my thoughts on English literature and poetry. You are more than welcome to share your opinions with me or just read what I have to say. Hopefully, this blog will provide you with valuable information that you will be able to use.