Because I could not stop for Death—He kindly stopped for me—The Carriage held but just Ourselves—And Immortality. We slowly drove—He knew no haste,And I had put awayMy labor and my leisure too,For His Civility— We passed the School, where Children stroveAt recess—in the ring—We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain—We passed the Setting Sun— Or…

Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the flood,…

Lost by David Wagoner Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside youAre not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,Must ask permission to know it and be known.The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,I have made this place around you.If you leave it, you may come back…

Loneliness by Katherine Mansfield Now it is Loneliness who comes at nightInstead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed.Like a tired child I lie and wait her tread,I watch her softly blowing out the light.Motionless sitting, neither left or rightShe turns, and weary, weary droops her head.She, too, is old; she, too, has fought the…

Daily dawns another day; I must up, to make my way. Though I dress and drink and eat, Move my fingers and my feet, Learn a little, here and there, Weep and laugh and sweat and swear…

It has been 100 years since Ray Bradbury’s birth (August 22, 1920 – June 5, 2012). The famous author, probably most well-known for his dystopian novel Fahrenheit 451, was, among other things a lover of science and also a science fiction writer.