His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. – Emily Dickinson
His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. – Emily Dickinson
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee, a clover, anytime, to him, is aristocracy. – Emily Dickinson
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. – Emily Dickinson
One of the matters that must be addressed is that Rwanda and Uganda have to leave the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Were also supporting processes to ensure that the political dialogue among the Congolese themselves takes place so that the people there can decide their future. – Thabo Mbeki