CHILDREN DANCE ON GRAVES by Anon. collected by Sir Peter Cotton edited by Sophia Lee In time, he would come to bear great hatred toward the juniper tree. He would hate the soft sheen of its needles and its slender twisting limbs. He would hate the roundness of its berries, so plump and tender. But most of all, he would hate its scent. The young hunter spent his boyhood years swinging from the boughs of a myrrh tree, in whose oil his nursemaids cleaned his hair. He was an active child, perpetually turning cartwheels around his caregivers and chasing small game in the park around his manor. He would catch rabbits with fur so sleek and fowl with feathers so fine that he didn’t mind at all the quiver of their throats beneath his hands—how fearfully they gazed at him with wide, innocent, and watering eyes; how their hair-lined lips or … chop! chop! read more!
UN PETIT D’UN PETIT from Mots D’Heures: Gousses, Rames by Unknown discovered by Luis d’Antin Van Rooten Un petit d’un petit S’étonne aux Halles Un petit d’un petit Ah! degrés te fallent Indolent qui ne sort cesse Indolent qui ne se mène Qu’importe un petit d’un petit Tout Gai de Reguennes. Luis d’Antin van Rooten, was born in Mexico City, coming to the U.S. as a child. He graduated from the University of Pennsylvania with a BA degree in architecture, and worked in that field until the second World War. He developed an interest in the stage, and acted at the Cleveland Playhouse. His vocal qualities got him into radio, and in addition to radio serial work (“Nero Wolfe” was a prominent starring role), he got recruited by the Army as a radio announcer. His excellent language skills made him especially valuable, as he could broadcast in Spanish, French, and … chop! chop! read more!
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