Poetry rec: “The Acts of Youth”

BY JOHN WIENERS And with great fear I inhabit the middle of the nightWhat wrecks of the mind await me, what drugsto dull the senses, what little I have left,what more can be taken away? The fear of travelling, of the future without hopeor buoy. I must get away from this place and seethat there is […]

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“A Dirge” by Christina Rossetti: Poetry Rec

BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Why were you born when the snow was falling?You should have come to the cuckoo’s calling,Or when grapes are green in the cluster,Or, at least, when lithe swallows musterFor their far off flyingFrom summer dying. Why did you die when the lambs were cropping?You should have died at the apples’ dropping,When the grasshopper […]

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