An Elegy: December, 1970
Almost four years, and, though I merely guess
What happened, I can feel the minutes’ rush
Settle like snow upon the breathless bed—
And we who loved you, elsewhere, ignorant.
From my deck, in the sun, I watch boys ride
Complexities of wind and wet and wave:
Pale shadows, poised a moment on the light’s
Archaic and divine indifference
God whose law it is
that those who learn must suffer.
And even in our sleep,
pain that cannot forget
falls drop by drop upon the heart,
and in our own despite
against our will,
comes wisdom to us,
by the awful grace of God.
-Aeschylus, from Agamemnon
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