And this poem wiggled its way to the surface on this Dia de los Muertos, appropriately I suppose. Mid-Term Break By Seamus Heaney I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o’clock our neighbours drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying— … Continue reading Dia de Los Muertos
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