Leisure, by William Henry Davies
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty’s glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait...
Autumn Voices The sound of raindrops falling down...
On an Every day basis we experience architecture.The action of opening a window,or a door,to climb a staircase. My teachers told me that these small gestures,small actions are important. But I had not realized how deep they are enthralled in our routine. A few days ago my father decided to change the door knobs here at home. The old ones were very bulky and filled our hand.Throughout my life, my...