Yesterday evening, I learned something: to finish reading The Letters of Henry Adams is to want to read his books all over again; and it is to want to read the lives and letters of his friends.
April 7, 2020
A Mighty Wind Is
A mighty wind is thrashing the firs.
Yesterday, the crows were busy gathering wood for their nests.
When the wind dies down, they will resume.
Ignorance, hatred, and violence aren’t new in the world.
Fir cones are hitting the house.
Shall I be angry with the wind? Are the crows?
Recently Banned Literature, April 7, 2017
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