Monday, September 10, 2012

Kenyon Hall Mon Amour



Kenyon Hall Mon Amour


”It is like being
mailed into space”
—Sylvia Plath
“Wuthering Heights,”
Crossing the Water
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There’s no life—
Way down there below

Just slow-motion ants—
For the fly-over jets above

Everything down below—
It's getting nowhere fast

A vast flat horizon—
People stuck down there

Generation after generation—
And I was the fourth one

I got born down there—
In Newman's Hospital

There on Twelfth Street—
Not far from the Cemetery

And that's where I died—
On the old C of E campus

There on the lonely hill—
In Kenyon Hall Gothic Manors



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