It's all I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, and all the meadows wide, Be sure you count, should I forget, -- some one the sun could tell,-- This, and my heart, and all the bees which in the clover dwell.
-Emily Dickinson

Soup du jour

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe
Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

"What is worse than Nero? What is better than Nero's baths?"
-Martial