Students sat at my feet absorbing my wisdom
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublie déjà
(Elle 🙂 Je me souviendrai de toi comme de l’horreur de l’oubli
“I never nursed a dear gazelle, to glad me with its soft black eye. — But when it came to know me well —… and love me, it was sure to die.” (Thomas More, Lalla Rookh,1817)
It seems so commercial to think of money at a time like this
—Because I’ve been working for a living.
—What do you do when you’re not working for a living?
… of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.
—I’m only 19.
—And next summer, you’ll be 20. And then 21, and then… 40!
Where does the love go, Frozen to grief ?
(Lucy Larcom, “Snow bloom” 1880)