100 Day Project – Days 11 and 12
DAY 11 (May 21st, 2017) Rain Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I shall die And neith...
DAY 11 (May 21st, 2017) Rain Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I shall die And neith...
DAY 9 (May 19th, 2017) On His Blindness When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death...
DAY 7 (May 17th, 2017) Into My Heart an Air That Kills Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What sp...
DAY 5 (May 15th, 2017) Chinese Poet Among Barbarians The rain drives, drives endlessly, Heavy threads of rain; The wind beats at the shutters, The surf drums on...
DAY 3 (May 13, 2017) Terminus It is time to be old, To take in sail:— The god of bounds, Who sets to seas a shore, Come to me in his fatal rounds, And sai...
DAY 1 (May 11, 2017 The Darkling Thrush I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The ...
By chance, I learned about the 100 Day Project from a Facebook post. The idea intrigues me, so I’m going to try it. In a nutshell, the idea is to do somet...