Listen to Sophie Cabot Black reading this poem. At the cross of the cross Is the part that holds. Two roads Meet; after that is the work of continuing
On. Beyond intersection
Lies departure, which is then to see
What goes on without you what
Does not go wrong. One tree reconciles
Against another; arm over arm,
A man across a woman in a contract
Of the one thing they know
They do well, which is the beginning
Of how one will soon leave
The other. They cannot turn back
For what they have made in the air
Already discloses agreement, and
Is where many have stopped to rest.
TODAY IN SLATE
Smash and Grab
Will competitive Senate contests in Kansas and South Dakota lead to more late-breaking races in future elections?
Stop Panicking. America Is Now in Very Good Shape to Respond to the Ebola Crisis.
The 2014 Kansas City Royals Show the Value of Building a Mediocre Baseball Team
The GOP Won’t Win Any Black Votes With Its New “Willie Horton” Ad
Sleater-Kinney Was Once America’s Best Rock Band
Can it be again?
Forget Oculus Rift
This $25 cardboard box turns your phone into an incredibly fun virtual reality experience.