Poem by Arthur Quiller-Couch If a leaf rustled, she would start: And yet she died, a year ago. How had so frail a thing the heart To journey where she…
Poem by Charlotte Perkins Stetson Gilman The garden beds I wandered by One bright and cheerful morn, When I found a new-fledged butterfly, A-sitting on a thorn, A black…
As I continue to read Insect Literature by Lafcadio Hearn, I'm fascinated by his insight into insect life. He wrote in a time when insects in the western world were…