Okay, class, let’s pay attention. Welcome to Junior English. We will start with poetry this year . . .
Think of me as the evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. Lord Byron did.
Rumi said there are a thousand ways to go home again. I prefer flying, it’s much faster.
O let me bathe my soul in colours! Or at least let me find the third color I’m supposed to have.
Rumi was so right: “We eat the clouds and evening light.”