From A Shropshire Lad by A.E. Housman.
The sun goes down, worlds darken...
The single best statement I have ever written about myself.
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The sun goes down, worlds darken. Deep within another tainted dream I wander, alone, with just myself as companion. Dusty hallways fade in light. Eerie screams pierce tortured silence, leaving scattered bits of broken dreams, just memories.
When I was a teenager, I had very specific ideas about what constituted poetry, rhyming verses, measured lines, lofty subjects like love and death. Then I read Listen to the Warm by Rod McKuen, and everything changed. I was aware of McKuen's work as a singer and songwriter, having seen him on television in the … Continue reading Listen to the Warm
I feel somehow that I have lived this scene before, taken these measured steps toward the final event of my youth. I don't know when, but once, I'm sure I saw the faces, heard the speeches, heard my name called with the rest. I see them now, together, gold-robed figures walking straight, heads held high. … Continue reading Graduation Night