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Autumn Studying Challenge 🍁

01 October - What is your favorite thing about autumn?

So much to love! Sweater weather, the changing seasons, Halloween. I get really nostalgic this time of year because this used to be peak marching band season when I was in high school, so between the vibey atmosphere outside and my favorite holiday, and the nostalgia, it's just a lovely cozy time of year.

[Image ID: The Norton Anthology of Poetry and The Odyssey on a tan and white plaid blanket on a gray blanket End ID]

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Reading

POETRY OF THE FIRST WORLD WAR: AN ANTHOLOGY Edited by Tim Kendall

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Eurydice

Although they try to synchronise their lives, time still keeps slipping past; each dinner date will find him running ‘fashionably’ late, and she’ll be long since gone when he arrives. Too late, too slow. She guessed they couldn’t last, but reconciles the hours they never spent by quoting Einstein’s thought-experiment to prove that living long means living fast. So now he imagines their final night heavy with heat and a lost romance, where she, once more, has vanished without trace: she, blazing away on her beam of light untroubled, except for a backward glance to track the wrinkles ploughing through his face.

- Tim Kendall

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I dream you, and you come to me intact, in focus, indiscreet, mouthing the sweetest lies as if we cared. As if, in fact, we might begin again with needle-tracks and scratches down your arms that might have told in drunken hieroglyphs how heavy-shouldered I pick my way through a night of empty forecourts, back to the etceteras of passion: the obligatory pathos of discarded shoes, the glass of water juddering by the bed, the face my heavenly eyes avoid.

Tim Kendall, “Hieroglyphs”