Robert Whitcomb

1 week ago | golocalprov.com | Robert Whitcomb

“Another Sunday morning comes And I resume the standing Sabbath Of the woods, where the finest blooms GET THE LATEST BREAKING NEWS HERE -- SIGN UP FOR GOLOCAL FREE DAILY EBLAST Of time return, and where no path Is worn but wears its makers out….” From “Sabbaths,’’ by Wendell Berry (born 1934), American novelist, poet, essayist, and farmer The whole poem is in here: “Democracy is the fig leaf of elitism.’’ - Florence King (1936-2016), American novelist, essayist, and columnist “If you were to...

2 weeks ago | golocalprov.com | Robert Whitcomb

“Tax Day Tax, like fine wine, has a schedule, a time. Deferring is good, tax-free is sublime! GET THE LATEST BREAKING NEWS HERE -- SIGN UP FOR GOLOCAL FREE DAILY EBLASTIncome or excise, gift or estate;Pay not too soon, and pay not too late. For if you are tardy, they slap on a fine;And interest as well, come rain or come shine. So on this Tax Day, sit back, take a breath;It’s done ’til next year, or maybe ’til death!’’-- From “Tax Day,’’ by San Francisco lawyer Robert W. Wood.

3 weeks ago | golocalprov.com | Robert Whitcomb

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves     And against the morning’s white GET THE LATEST BREAKING NEWS HERE -- SIGN UP FOR GOLOCAL FREE DAILY EBLASTThe shivering birds beneath the eaves     Have sheltered for the night,We’ll turn our faces southward, love,     Toward the summer isleWhere bamboos spire the shafted grove     And wide-mouthed orchids smile. And we will seek the quiet hill     Where towers the cotton tree,And leaps the laughing crystal rill,     And works the droning bee.

1 month ago | golocalprov.com | Robert Whitcomb

“What wonder that we fear our own eyes' look and fidget to be at home alone, and pitifully put of age by some change in brushing the hair and stumble to our ends like smothered runners at their tape; We follow our shreds of fame into an ambush.’’ -- From “Train Ride,’’ by John Wheelwright (1897-1940), American poet and architect GET THE LATEST BREAKING NEWS HERE -- SIGN UP FOR GOLOCAL FREE DAILY EBLAST Here’s the whole poem: “Whatever the pace of this technological revolution may be, the...

1 month ago | golocalprov.com | Robert Whitcomb

“Father, why did you work? Why did you weep,    GET THE LATEST BREAKING NEWS HERE -- SIGN UP FOR GOLOCAL FREE DAILY EBLASTMother? Was the story so important?       ‘Listen!’ the windSaid to the children, and they fell asleep.’’From “My Father in the Night Commanding No,’’ by Donald Justice (1925-2004), American poet and teacher.