. Robert Frost in the words of Tobias Wolff, from Old School. Don’t tell me about war. I lost my nearest friend in the one they call the Great War. So did Achilles lose his friend in the war, and Homer did no injustice to his grief by writing about it in dactylic hexameters. There’ve […]
Eating Poetry (XII) – Grief
Grief There used to be ways to mourn the ones you lose, like dressing in Victorian black the rest of your life or taking a week off work. Grieving’s still called a process by some who think you need to take it one step at a time one step after the other till the pit […]