Your self-transcendence-marathon Has shattered the summitless pride Of your ruthless life-devouring dragon. Sri Chinmoy Excerpt from Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 23 Wish me luck, because I’m running a marathon tomorrow. I may need it. It’s been three years since I last ran a marathon, and the pain of that race has...

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows opens, or more accurately is preceded, by two poems. The Libation Bearers by Aeschylus, and More Fruits of Solitude by William Penn. The Libation Bearers Oh, the torment bred in the race, the grinding scream of death and the stroke that hits the...