Text of section I here. A heartbreaking and heartbroken lyric that looks to grief as a way to sustain a feeling (?) that seems vulnerable
Link to “Prologue” Text I’ve had Tennyson on the mind for several years now, and this interest (attachment?) has intensified since my dad died this
Walker Brothers CowboyAlice Munro (from A Wilderness Station: Selected Stories, 1968–1994)
Marcel Proust Swann’s Way – Combray – Overture For a long time I used to go to bed early . . .
In Memoriam A.H.H. Alfred, Lord Tennyson CI Unwatch’d, the garden bough shall sway, The tender blossom flutter down, Unloved, that beech will gather brown, This