A black star appears, a point of darkness in the night sky's clarity. Point of darkness and gateway to repose. Reach out, pierce the fine fabric of the sheltering sky, take repose.

Africa was a big place and would offer its own suggestions

So she said banteringly: 'What's the unit of exchange in this different world of yours?'

For God's sake, sit down. You look like a Calvinist rector telling his flock about Hell.

Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.

It was a face which darkness could kill in an instant

Los caballos negros son. Las herraduras son negras. Sobre las capas relucen manchas de tinta y de cera. Tienen, por eso no lloran, de plomo las calaveras. Con …