“Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,
even in the leafless winter, even in the ashy city. I am thinking now of grief, and of getting past it;
I feel my boots trying to leave the ground, I…
I need you all to read this poem:
IT IS ONCE AGAIN THE SUMMER OF MY DISCONTENT & THIS IS HOW WE DO IT:
is creeping out of some open window same way it wasin the summer of ’95 when my heartbreak was a differentanimal howling at the same…