*shakes dust off of blog* Finnegans Wake (1939) riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs. Sir Tristram, violer d’amores, fr’over the short sea, had passen- core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy isthmus of …

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The Beautiful Changes One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sidesThe Queen Anne’s Lace lying like liliesOn water; it glidesSo from the walker, it turnsDry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of youValleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes. The beautiful changes as a forest is changedBy a chameleon’s tuning his skin …

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Recalling War Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean,The track aches only when the rain reminds.The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood,The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm.The blinded man sees with his ears and handsAs much or more than once with both his eyes.Their war was fought these twenty years agoAnd now assumes …

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My favorite poem, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” turns 100 this month. I first read T.S. Eliot in the spring of 2004 (my second semester at Northern Michigan University) and recall that I did not think much of him until Austin Hummell, subbing for Mark Smith (the instructor of record), invited the class …

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