It was a Maine lobster town – each morning boatloads of hands pushed off for granite quarries on the islands, and left dozens of bleak white frame houses stuck like oyster shells on a hill of rock, an… continua →
rred-bloground robin wrote 5 months ago: It was a Maine lobster town – each morning boatloads of hands pushed off for granite quarries on the … more →
round robin wrote 5 months ago: (On the train from Rome to Paris, 1950, the year when Pius XII defined the dogma of Mary’s bodily as … more →
rossettiandrea wrote 1 year ago: The Quaker, un uomo-cimitero che fu una poesia L’allegria si addice a un cimitero più di ogni … more →