O woe of mine for thy skin lost A pale reminder of what mine cost Wherefore the grave beneath thee, moon? Now art my love within the tomb? Without waxen flow’r upon thy throat Nor barren loveless soul to boast
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Ancestor Worship (leaves from an autumn diary, 1995)
The college that I attend, a small liberal-arts institution, somewhere in the Midwest – it isn’t really important where – is noteworthy for the prettiness of its mostly modern campus. Most of the buildings aspire to the beauty of their older, more distinguished Ivy League elders. They borrow the architecture of an earlier time, a… Continue reading Ancestor Worship (leaves from an autumn diary, 1995)