Thursday, May 10, 1928

From the shelf

Nothing in the canon is tethered to May 10. One line is set aside for this year, the same line for every reader.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.
Emily DickinsonPoem 314 · c. 1861

In 1929 this day opens on Maya Angelou.

Arrow keys turn the day. S keeps the line. Slash focuses search.

May 10 · Quotationary