The language spring here brings poetry, grammar, and linguistics.
Unlike become the zests
In one hull to live together:
Begun a craving in the cradle
At the age of minority to mither
To parry the yoke – once aware
Sad yet to reach the end of the tether
Trifling free, all age to blither
With aversion livid, all age aglare.
Ruthless the empties you did to my abode,
Dear Orsula mine, with this disappearing yours.
We are plenty, and there is as none:
A wealth ceased with a baby soul one.
You said all and you sang all
Your tiptoe every corner in the home …
To an extent, all grammar books are stories. There are no two people with identical language faculties. Travel in Grammar is my real grammar story. I hope it can become your good friend, too.