How could I mourn?
Time cleansed the town,
scouring to brightness
what had looked gray.

High city hall
at the head of its plaza,
church like a mission
with courts and arcades.

Where did I walk?
Through a rinsed past:
bungalows, old parks,
old Spanish names.

Street of the Oaks,
Street of the Mill,
Street of the Big House,
our small house there.

What did I find?
The porch with an arbor,
the chipped stucco wall
renewed in white paint.

The view of the mountains
more clear, more distant,
my parents suspended
inside memory.

Whom did I seek then?
Ash in the sea,
drifting in thin silt
some miles away.
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Timon of Athens:  Shakespeare's Outlier

"All other human passions are subsidiary to lust for money and contempt for those no longer in a position to dole it out....The play was a favorite of Karl Marx’s, who saw it as an illustration of the idea that 'money is the alienated ability of mankind,' and its premise is instantly familiar to audiences who may never have encountered it but can recognize swiftly that they have been living it."

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James Longenbach on Sir Thomas Wyatt’s “They Flee From Me”


"I’ve never much cared if a poem is metered or not, rhymed or not, and I found the twentieth century’s transformation of these formal tools into weapons by and large distracting. All poems live or die in the concerted arrangement of syllables into patterns that are alternatively broken or reinforced. Wyatt taught me that." 
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