“What we call the beginning is often the end And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. And every phrase And sentence that is right (where every word is at home, Taking its place to support the others ....

Come, come thou bleak December wind, And blow the dry leaves from the tree! Flash, like a Love-thought, thro' me, Death And take a Life that wearies me. -A Fragment by Samuel Taylor Coleridge This week is remarkably quiet in terms of astrological aspects. The only...

The Poem I Would Have Writ My life has been the poem I would have writ But I could not both live and utter it. — Henry David Thoreau (1841) This week Venus will enter Aquarius, where she will join Mars in the realm of intellectual experimentation and divine...