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A Boy's Will: The Demiurge's Laugh
by Robert Frost Pan with UsNow Close the WindowsThe Demiurge's Laugh about science. IT was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon's trail, Though I knew…A Boy's Will: My Butterfly
by Robert Frost OctoberReluctanceMy Butterfly There are things that can never be the same. THINE emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frighted thee…A Boy's Will: Love and a Question
by Robert Frost My November GuestA Late WalkLove and a Question He is in doubt whether to admit real trouble to a place beside the hearth with love. A STRANGER came to the door at eve…A Boy's Will: A Late Walk
by Robert Frost Love and a QuestionStarsA Late Walk He courts the autumnal mood. WHEN I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy…A Boy's Will: Storm Fear
by Robert Frost StarsWind and Window FlowerStorm Fear He is afraid of his own isolation. WHEN the wind works against us in the dark, And pelts with snow The lowest chamber window on…A Boy's Will: To the Thawing Wind
by Robert Frost Wind and Window FlowerA Prayer in SpringTo the Thawing Wind He calls on change through the violence of the elements. COME with rain, O loud Southwester! Bring the singer…Jo's Boys: Chapter 4 — Dan
DanMrs Jo often thought that Dan had Indian blood in him, not only because of his love of a wild, wandering life, but his appearance; for as he grew up, this became more striking. At twenty-…Jo's Boys: Chapter 2 — Parnassus
ParnassusIt was well named; and the Muses seemed to be at home that day, for as the newcomers went up the slope appropriate sights and sounds greeted them. Passing an open window, they looked…Mamet's <i>Boy</i> Wonder
An Interview with playwright and filmmaker David Mamet by Peter Keough Related Links The Winslow Boy: Official SiteSony Pictures ClassicsThe only constants, it would seem, in the creative world of…Robert Graves: A Boy in Church
A Boy in Church"Gabble-gabble,... brethren,... gabble-gabble!" My window frames forest and heather. I hardly hear the tuneful babble, Not knowing nor much caring whether The text is…