It has been a little bit of time since Dr. Curtsinger’s death. I often recall his class, recall his mannerisms, his stories. I cannot imagine having not taken his class. But why bring up Dr. Curtsinger? It’s not so much that I’ve been listening to “I’ll Be Missing You” or that I own a portion of […]
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Yeats
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Jul 2011
We were the last romantics – chose for theme Traditional sanctity and loveliness; Whatever’s written in what poets name The book of the people; whatever most can bless The mind of man or elevate a rhyme; But all is changed, that high horse riderless, Though mounted in that saddle Homer rode Where the swan drifts […]
Category: Homer, It Is What It Is, Poetic Mana, Poetry, W.B. Yeats
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