"Earth’s the right place for love:
I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches."
"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."
So I always complain about how every publishing company make pretty Austen editions because every pretty book collector already have a fair share of Austen editions, we need no more, it would be nice to have pretty colletctions by some other author as well. But I’m a hypocrite and I recently bought these to prove that.
My collection of Penguin Clothbound Classics thus far. I only have a little room left before I need a new bookcase! Aren’t they gorgeous?