Here is the well-known poem The Red Wheelbarrow, by William Carlos Williams:
so much depends
upona red wheel
barrowglazed with rain
waterbeside the white
chickens
That’s the whole thing. The line-breaks are as in the original.
Here is the well-known poem The Red Wheelbarrow, by William Carlos Williams:
so much depends
upona red wheel
barrowglazed with rain
waterbeside the white
chickens
That’s the whole thing. The line-breaks are as in the original.
The first record I ever owned was the single of Laurel and Hardy’s song The Trail of the Lonesome Pine. I’m not proud of that, but it’s the truth, so the record may as well show it. I seem to remember I was given it for Christmas 1975, but I can’t blame my parents — I’d definitely asked for it. This when Bohemian Rhapsody was at number one. Let us never speak of this again.
I highly recommend this to anyone. Written in 1911, it’s now comfortably in the public domain, and you can pick up a free copy at Project Gutenberg. Like Mary Poppins, its a profound and touching book, best known from a Disney adaptation that systematically boiled all the charm and distinctiveness out of it. (I watched the movie after finishing the book, and found it enjoyable in its bland way, but completely unexceptional.)
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