The Sheaves A Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson www.poetrynook.com Where long the shadows of the wind had rolled, Green wheat was yielding to the change assigned; And as by some vast magic undivined The world was turning slowly into gold. Like nothing that was ever bought or sold It waited there, the body and the mind; And with a mighty meaning of a kind That tells the more the more it is not told. So in a land where all days are not fair, Fair days went on till on another day A thousand golden sheaves were lying there, Shining and still, but not for long to stay— As if a thousand girls with golden hair Might rise from where they slept and go away. farmingseasonschangemelancholy
Right-Angle Doodling Machine A Game by Clive Thompson openprocessing.org You draw one single line. It can be as long as you like. To start the line, you put your pen down. You can make right-angle turns only, either 90 degrees or -90 degrees. You cannot back up. You must always move forward. You don’t lift your pen until you’re ready to stop. When you lift the pen, the doodle is done. drawingcodegames