Mar 25, 2008 09:04
He's gone.
I took him to the train station at 12:30 am. I was back in J&G's house and asleep by the time the Empire Builder went by, four blocks from here, carrying him away.
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once
That make ingrateful man!
kevin,
partings