On Aug 5, 2021, at 3:31 PM, Elaine Ruggieri <elaineruggieri@...> wrote:

Lovely, Sally. Thanks for writing it down for us. Elaine

On Jul 31, 2021, at 4:07 PM, Sally Stier <sastier@...> wrote:

My proustian ?madeleine

The afghan brought memories rushing. ?My fondest remembrance was of a bridal shower Joy hosted for Laura. ?Rosalie presented Laura with a hand knit afghan that Angie so proudly had made for her.?

Intertextuality

“We are sensible people.” ?The Francesca who gave way to her

passion according to the Poet suffers?infernale bufera.?Your Francesca for now is safe. ?Will she make a trip to Rome?

Death of a child changes life forever. ?Joey’s death left a wordless void.

To an Athlete Dying Young

BY?

The time you won your town the race

We chaired you through the market-place;

Man and boy stood cheering by,

And home we brought you shoulder-high.

Today, the road all runners come,

Shoulder-high we bring you home,

And set you at your threshold down,

Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away

From fields where glory does not stay,

And early though the laurel grows

It withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut

Cannot see the record cut,

And silence sounds no worse than cheers

After earth has stopped the ears.

Now you will not swell the rout

Of lads that wore their honours out,

Runners whom renown outran

And the name died before the man.

So set, before its echoes fade,

The fleet foot on the sill of shade,

And hold to the low lintel up

The still-defended challenge-cup.

And round that early-laurelled head

Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,

And find unwithered on its curls

The garland briefer than a girl’s.