Yellow, Blue, Brown, Red: A Collection of Essays, Poems, and Short Stories |
From inside the book
Results 1-3 of 19
Page 23
Child They wonder if they ever get to see you and papa . Mama - They will . Child – Can you bring us along when you go out to play ? I want to show you off to them . Alfred Tennyson , poet laureate of England in the 1850s , once thought ...
Child They wonder if they ever get to see you and papa . Mama - They will . Child – Can you bring us along when you go out to play ? I want to show you off to them . Alfred Tennyson , poet laureate of England in the 1850s , once thought ...
Page 93
ON VIEWING THE RICE TERRACES Sequestered wonder , Tier upon tier Soaring to the skies , Like a giant stairway ascending To the abodes of the gods . Ancient citadel Tier upon tier In sylvan fastnesses ; Built by stout strangers From ...
ON VIEWING THE RICE TERRACES Sequestered wonder , Tier upon tier Soaring to the skies , Like a giant stairway ascending To the abodes of the gods . Ancient citadel Tier upon tier In sylvan fastnesses ; Built by stout strangers From ...
Page 150
“ I wonder how my children are faring . ” “ They will not mind your absence knowing that their father needs you here . ” “ Mind ... I don't know . ” They were silent again . “ I shall go . I have to , ” the younger woman said .
“ I wonder how my children are faring . ” “ They will not mind your absence knowing that their father needs you here . ” “ Mind ... I don't know . ” They were silent again . “ I shall go . I have to , ” the younger woman said .
What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Contents
How to Grow Old Gracefuly | 7 |
Take It Easy Learn to Look and Listen | 12 |
Laughter the Sweetest Music | 15 |
Copyright | |
29 other sections not shown
Common terms and phrases
answered arrived asked became become believed better brother called Cayetano child coming continued Corazon corner Corporal dark doctor Don Enrique don't door easy eyes face father feel felt fight Flash followed friends girl give gone hand happen happy head heard hope keep kind knew land late later laugh leave less light listened live Lolo look Luis Macrina mean mind mother move Narda Nena never night once passed past President Primo Quezon City remember replied Roberto Santa seemed smoking sometimes soon sound stay stopped story street talk tell things thought told town turned Uncle voice wait walked watch window women wonder write young