Sunday, September 13, 2020

To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time

One of the lingering benefits (loosely used in my case) of a prep school education was immersion in what was offered as classics of English literature. I thought of Robert Herrick's poem when I encountered this brave-beyond-all-words essay, and perhaps, last will and testament, from Elliot Dallen.

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May by John Waterhouse

I'm not crying; you are.
-bill kenny

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