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I slouch into my class, bowed by the brute,
apocalyptic shock. No student's eyes
forsake the glowing screen; the sound is mute.
Their center, Yeats's vatic lines forewarn, flies
A world made
more of music
than of flesh.
'What, did you love him? ' Yes.
Almost automatically. Like my name
or my address. Picking at
broiled chicken, and string beans,
It was a perfect time of opportunity
For the hired nurses to work in Ministry.
Everyone was getting excited and ready
Because leaving the country
Grey Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest,
And, behold, for repayment,
September comes in with the wind of the West
And the Spring in her raiment!
The gardens full of gold and decay,
With lure of purple of the swelling ailments,
And tardy heat of sun in curves of sunbeam’s remnants,
And here comes the waft of cool air
Possibly driving off the summer heat
And there goes too the rain to compete
Oh, it's not a game, it's early September
In summer, you were stunned
by green things blooming, bronzed
by heat released from every inch
of sky, carried across blue thresholds
The grasses are light brown
and ocean comes in
long shimmering lines
under the fleet from last night