Poem: “The Man Watching,”  by Rainer Maria Rilke

Poem: “The Man Watching,” by Rainer Maria Rilke

I can tell by the way the trees beat, after so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes that a storm is coming, and I hear the far-off fields say things I can’t bear without a friend, I can’t love without a sister. The storm, the shifter of shapes, drives...
Poem: “When Great Trees Fall,” by Maya Angelou

Poem: “When Great Trees Fall,” by Maya Angelou

When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around...