Of revelations I can only guess
but I’m the only one alive who can.
My mother, looking from behind the screen
door of our kitchen, slammed it shut and ran
to shelter in her living room and wait
until Samara found her routine state
FRESH POSSIBILITIES
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Today we will look at a seasonal poem by A. E. Housman, taking it verse by
verse. XVI — SPRING MORNING Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot
renews,And ...
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