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Epigrams On My Sophomore Year In College
[to my past]
1. Autumn
Comforting to know, she was really with me there---
her dormitory was less than a hundred feet away:
on weekend nights, she kept herself seductively bare;
but dressed for breakfast by noon the next day.
2. Winter
The season revolved and made complete
the transformation that wrought its subtle change---
taught, on the holiday visit, to withhold herself.
The sound, on the cold window, of slamming sleet
beckoned to the world now exiled from her love,
unutterably alien and strange.
So many of my nightmares had dreamed of
this hour: great poets' tear-stained pages on my shelf.
Starward
