Monday, November 9, 2009
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About Me
- Meredith
- I'm a grad student in Classics at U. of Kentucky, I help edit Dappled Things, and I'm mad about poetry (even when I'm not sure why).
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- Andrew Cusack
- Church of the Masses
- Daniel Mitsui
- Enbrethiliel
- Enchiridion (Sheila)
- Erik's Rants and Recipes
- Eve Tushnet
- Father Z.
- Geoffrey Chaucer (really)
- Image
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- Quantitative Metathesis
- Regina Doman
- rogueclassicism
- Seraphic Goes to Scotland
- Shrine of the Holy Whapping
- Smallpax (illustrations!)
- Still Seraphic
- The Dawn Patrol
- The Sartorialist
- Une fille comme moi
- Video Meliora
- Zadok the Roman
My Poems
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At barely seven, I barely noticed;
The bombers in "the Gulf" next year
caught briefly my most slight attention,
Yet still their roar I could not hear.
A wall, with neither roof nor door
upholding only deadly fiction
to shelter a few who lived outside
from folk that wished to stay no more
with them, outside, but rather roam:
It seemed a sorry malediction.
That futile fence, poor neighbors' fear,
was doomed to fall --- like every wall.
Around the world its fragments fly
No more to sunder, but draw us near.
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