Short StoryJoyce Carol Oates: Where are you going, where have you been?
This is a creepy, strange story that gave me the shivers. I can't say that I liked it, but it was good. Very good.
Robert Frost: Nothing gold can stay
Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf.So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to day.Nothing gold can stayThere's a detailed analysis of this poem here.
Donna Leon: Tourists
An amusing essay that would be funny if it wasn't so true. Which does more damage to the planet -- terrorists or tourists?