| | Experiment in Iambic Pent., and Reflections
"It is standard procedure for a college’s faculty
to be relatively stable from one year to the next. Academia is not a
field wherein high turnover is the norm."
It was somewhere in the middle of March, April was not too far off, and the smell Of near fruit, far-off, too far to impose Itself on the senses, blew through the dawn. At least it looked like dawn. Some evenings are Obstructed by windows - and appear Through darkened (a word that always implies Someone who darkens) glass to be growing Lighter, while the last rays of sun sink down.
In the night sky they are stars - but this is Too convenient a metaphor. Stars fall (or fell) after all. Sometimes I wonder Inwardly whether this is not God's last Terrible blessing, or whether those who Offer this consolation - "Perhaps things Will be best if they go" - are not more right Than even they had anticipated. Time to look back and watch the stars go out.
After a while, after I have made up My mind once again: I realize that Through the darkened glass, evening is only A drapery over the next dawn. Those Machinations and slanders are but dust Making the stars glimmer in the night sky. Then I look harder, for I would not be Taken in again: and realize that The sun has come up and the stars remain.
--D
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| | Posted 3/31/2007 6:55 PM - 2 comments
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