You May Know Him

I'm plodding along through finals, trying to write about syntax and physical spaces. Focusing on anything right now feels nearly impossible, but if Wellesley has taught me anything, it's that the work always gets done (even if that means getting extensions to finish up while everyone else moves out and celebrates).

I'm not sure how to make sense of everything right now. I feel a lot of grief, and disbelief, and optimism, and guilt on behalf of the optimism. Luckily, I have people to lean on, and that makes the next few months seem surmountable.

I could talk about feelings forever, but it's probably wise that I return to these last essays. This is what I'm focusing on right now:

'The Even comes and the Crow flies low'

The Even comes & the Crow flies low
And the swallow he dips at the spring
The Leveret starts in the corn from the crow
And frights up the Lark to take wing
The Shrew Mice & Crickets they sing
I' the rushes & grass on the baulk
The swallows have gone from the spring
And the Shepherds have gone from their talk
While lovers only take their Evening walk

by John Clare, written between 1837 and 1864

Also, I unexpectedly woke up to this song today.

- "You May Know Him" by Cat Power, from Moon Pix (1998)