"Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still;
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,
And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
These are days when ancients held a rite
Of expiation for the old year's ill,
And prayer to purify the new year's will."
Helen Hunt Jackson, A Calendar of Sonnet's: February
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I do not know whether I should say this but back in time when there were letters, the information had worth, I mean it was scarce, as there were less services or technology, that piece of a paper mattered more than anything to a soldier's wife, a son living away from parents, government officials but now it is just ... poof, send me an email, the words in the letter meant so much and even the letters were preserved by some recipients, this dictated how much they were attached to something but now it is all formal, .... email says meeting at 9, a huge proportion of the previous generation still don't know how to use a computer or even how to E-mail, it'd appear to the young generation as a mere instance of illiteracy but the people of previous generation don't give a damn about it. So, we know nothing can beat the classics, I am with the letters.