The Kiss

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  “Ryabovitch pulled the bed-clothes over his head, curled himself up in bed, and tried to gather together the floating images in his mind and to combine them into one whole. But nothing came of it. He soon fell asleep, and his last thought was that someone had caressed him and made him happy—that something extraordinary, foolish, but joyful and delightful, had come into his life. The thought did not leave him even in his sleep. When he woke up the sensations of oil on his neck and the chill of peppermint about his lips had gone, but joy flooded his heart just as the day before.” The Kiss By Anton Chekhov (1860–1904)

An Original Poem


In the stain glass village by the stain glass sea;

Up the stain glass steps beyond the stain glass tree, 

The stain glass stoa by the stain glass tower

Under stain glass sky with a stain glass glour, 

Glistens in the gloaming for a stain glass hour.


The stain glass fishers from the stain glass shore

And the stain glass merchant from his stain glass store

With the stain glass cobbler wearing stain glass shoes

in the stain glass pub gossip stain glass news.

When the stain glass sun sets in a low’ring creep, 

The stain glass village nestles for a stain glass sleep.

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