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And here’s a poem about isolation. | |||
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By: [[w:Edgar Allan Poe|Edgar Allan Poe]]}} | |||
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From childhood’s hour I have not been | |||
As others were—I have not seen | |||
As others saw—I could not bring | |||
My passions from a common spring— | |||
From the same source I have not taken {{ln|5}} | |||
My sorrow—I could not awaken | |||
My heart to joy at the same tone— | |||
And all I lov’d—''I'' lov’d alone— | |||
''Then''—in my childhood—in the dawn | |||
Of a most stormy life—was drawn {{ln|10}} | |||
From ev’ry depth of good and ill | |||
The mystery which binds me still— | |||
From the torrent, or the fountain— | |||
From the red cliff of the mountain— | |||
From the sun that ’round me roll’d {{ln|15}} | |||
In its autumn tint of gold— | |||
From the lightning in the sky | |||
As it pass’d me flying by— | |||
From the thunder, and the storm— | |||
And the cloud that took the form {{ln|20}} | |||
(When the rest of Heaven was blue) | |||
Of a demon in my view— | |||
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Since it’s OK to take a walk,<ref>See the ''New York Times’'' article “[https://www.nytimes.com/2020/03/17/style/self-care/is-it-ok-to-go-for-a-walk-coronavirus.html Is It OK to Take a Walk?]”: “Yes, experts say. Equal parts transit alternative and therapy, contemplative strolls are helping people’s mental and physical health. Just stay six feet apart.”</ref> Henry and I went to Wesleyan for a bit of fresh air. The campus was pretty deserted, and it was a beautiful day, despite the pollen. | |||
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Latest revision as of 15:55, 28 May 2022
covid-19: day 7 | US: GA | info | act
Henry took some photos of the family yesterday. I’m not sure why mine is so dark.
And here’s a poem about isolation.
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From childhood’s hour I have not been |
Since it’s OK to take a walk,[1] Henry and I went to Wesleyan for a bit of fresh air. The campus was pretty deserted, and it was a beautiful day, despite the pollen.
Note
- ↑ See the New York Times’ article “Is It OK to Take a Walk?”: “Yes, experts say. Equal parts transit alternative and therapy, contemplative strolls are helping people’s mental and physical health. Just stay six feet apart.”
