Readings , 1954 January 11, 1955 April 4

That's really funny. This reading tonight is a continuation of a small and form of fortnightly says it takes place

in the lounge of Crown Hall. Request for C ring. I said I'd read poems from today, modern lyric poet,

Robert Frost and a house when I see that many in the audience beyond the subsidy lyric poetry before on. So i, so feel free to indulge myself and

a few favorite remark that some of you have heard before. The most important thing about lyric poetry is that

is the one continuous communication we have with the remote past. We have nothing else. No other secret communication with the task.

I say to you, for example, I go into the fields and I watch the birds flying. No. I feel homesick

because my country lies. No, no. And nobody speaks my language in this country. That's perfectly modern, isn't it?

And it's something everybody cell is. Nobody in this room probably hasn't felt homesick at one time or another. And yet that lyric poem

is about 4000 years old. It was written by an ancient Egyptian, and that's the literal translation. And you get more complicated feelings,

fast answers also. For example, here's a poem about a baby. Families when a child is born, want it to be Intelligence.

Ai, through intelligence. Having wrecked my whole life. Only hope the baby will prove ignorant and stupid.

Then he will found a friend for life. By making a success in politics. Toy was written about the year 700 AD in China.

So you see what I mean? I say Larry for communication between ages. And you've been considers lyric voice almost as signals.

Signal FMRI, signaling from one age to another. So it is 2. There's a continuity. Tradition is

the most term growth in a new world. Even a theorem is do not survive in such perfection as they are lyric poems.

And furthermore, the pyramids don't speak to as merely South LA. Even. The buildings on the Acropolis itself.

Tell us only one side of the story. And of course, they alas, are in ruins. Buffalo. The lyric firms, always fresh.

They always speak to us. And time from face to face and neck country, there is no death at all. I started the culture and

our epigram, that subject. So I better not take up too much time. You don't need too many examples to show you a few.

Well now the two poets I'm going to read found NOW, Robert Frost and a husband are very different in

many ways and yet they share certain characteristics and others in the first place. All poets, I learned people.

I can't think off hand. And learned poet. They are highly educated men, all well-read man and all very conscious of

this task that I speak out this signaling from age to age, century, essentially if millennium, millennium,

they all know that they're all full of references to the past and they're all speaking to the future to. And in the last analysis

in a timeless country. For now, does that mean that thoughts are going to become complicated and difficult?

Not to thaw them all learned in the wiser FIFO the thumb. Some are still seems like it takes long experience to produce real simplicity.

Because it's only natural. When we're young in the world, we have to build up a certain series of defenses and locations and so on.

Which bit by bit we shed. Well, a poet starts out by sharing those physical thoughts and speaking right now,

and he's speaking with the voice or the ages. Now. Haussmann is a pessimistic poem. Frost is an optimistic poet.

And I use those terms in the largest sense. Sense. First believes in life. It must be. I want life to go on living.

He says in one of his poems, he is against death. These against destruction is for immortality. He fell life. Not a house

with a very sharp ears. And before I came up to the platform, I heard someone say, is Haussmann dead? And Yale fellows that I think self,

I think he committed suicide. And the first to schedule, if he didn't, he ought to have. Well, there's a great deal

of suicide or philosophy in house when there's no doubt it. Sometimes husbands, philosophies is pessimistic.

Philosophy can become really ridiculous when caricatures itself, as in that point, her suicide way, he says,

sharp, so quick, so clean and ending now is right lad that was raised. Well, that makes us laugh because it's just silly.

And even the birds, birds are very often CLA, and you've always tell a good poet for the fact that

a lot of it has to be winnowed away. No great poet who is consistently good. France, as I say, is a lovely life.

He loves the soil, he loves the seasons, he loves Harvard and sowing time. And he's an integrated hills and agriculture. He was a real farmer for many years,

made his living at rivals in New Hampshire and in England. And you feel a sense, our kinship is a natural.

Seasons in Frost. Though these thoughts and so dissimilar Hausman, who is not a man of agriculture.

He was a scholar. His impressions of nature are rather half-life and tame and Father, which is in a way

a fanciful conception of nature. Because all a classic writers, that is the Greek and Roman writers like nature, rather carefully came.

They had a good reason. Because if you went out of tame nature, you've got into the deep forest where there were

wolves and barbarians to kill you and so on. Their fear of wild nature was a real thing. As time goes on, of course, we have came,

nature even know wildlife, and now we look to wild nature very often for inspiration. Frost very often next to

the mountains for exactly how Sven has the more ancient Facit, conception of nature as something beautiful. And 45 and garden life.

What's the 24 share is a great fanciful. They're both for very fine fascicle scholars. Once years ago and I was at Trinity College, a young man was saying a frost because

he wrote so easily and simply and spoke out. Just you and I talked to each other in his verse. Said, well now there's an example

of the man who didn't know is classics. And there was present a delightful professor Babbitt, Who's professor gave Trinidad

and Willis sly smile. You went out of the room and he returned with two dog ear. All records from his classes at Harvard.

At the time, frost is there. There's the name Frost, rather weak to a AAA refers to phase. And a very good symbol of

the x-ray series weeks that is underneath from their natural speech to things a thorough grounding in fancy law.

Almost any Greek poet could have read him with pleasure. And also some symbolism. But there is no symbol that's a good symbol

if it doesn't reveal its meaning to a careful reader. After two or three readings, a poetry remains obscure to you.

After three or four ratings, it may very well be the thoughts for. And if it's a modern poet, I'm afraid that usually is for fulfills is

a wave of obscurity going over it with presence, which I said, only true greatness and mature. They can be entirely simple.

Greatness in mature they have little to do with age. Maybe in use. They may be lacking in old age.

Kids died very young man didn't day. The first four, i'm, I'm going to read you. Frost illustrates the central qualities of his emotional strain.

Frost's poetry is always a dialogue. He's always talking. He saying you do this, you do that. As a matter of fact,

no part of any query for carbon dated go into private lives if poets, but the one who's generally addressing these foils versus

hello beloved wife, Eleanor frost. And death almost split his life into, she died about 15 years ago, I suppose. Or is he saying to her You come to

buck as in the case of office no, for the first one is addressed to become view and you knew it becomes the general humankind.

And the individual is freaking give everybody and everybody becomes his companion. The object of his love.

Perhaps the objective is detailed station is when he's talking to somebody, you see that very clearly. I'm going to start very simple one

called a pasture. And you can see right off that he was a farmer doing simple chores. I'm going out to clean the past.

Just spring. I alone is job to rake the leaves away. On wait to watch the water. Claire, I'm a Aisha and began long.

You come to going out to fetch the little path is standing by the mother. It's so young toddlers

when she likes, it was her turn. I shall be gone long. You come to see the simplicity of that. That's what we call sometimes

the quality is the quality of people's top. We founded a new balance on both in Frost and housewares. Here's another quality they share.

You find a combination of classic learning with the qualities. First week for Hesiod in his works and gaze, went into all law of

the land and the kinship of man with their actual practical Shaw's 1.5 du on a farm. He's a lovely, firm, thin,

very seasonal warfare us now call nine November, guess. I've known Mr. Frost and is poetry since 1960 in any way,

which is quite a long time. But I'm always discovering and is worth a new PWA and I may have read it before.

It comes out with a new meaning. That's another test to wait for. Some firms, which I read in my life 3400 times a mustache.

Favorites. And yet was a freshmen coming up always is a new fallacy. Is mine November guest as running

through for some of you are using is an artifact this morning as a ladder that for years and I liked really nice.

Here it is. This is a very lyric poems and things. Nice, thorough when she's here with me. Thinks these dark days

of autumn rains are beautiful, is days can be. She loves the bear with a tree. She was the Southern task GLA.

Her pleasure will not left me stay. She taught and I'm feigned to list. She's glad they're gone away and she's glad. Simple worsted gray is silver

now with clinging miss. The desolate. Cheese faded as the heavy sky. The view is, she so surely sees she thinks I have no lie for

these and vexes me for reason. Why? Not yesterday I learn to know the love affair November days before the coming of this now.

But it was vain to tell her. And they are better for her phrase she's talking about is really our good old friend.

That rhetorical term, pathetic fallacy. And nature is interpreted in terms of the way a man fear and sorrow comes to froth,

then he feels the beauty of the November weathering and so on. You find the same thing in Elizabethan speakers.

Sweet melons says in pleasure, delicate zara of is not to 2D. Just a slight melancholy. And of course, you have it in Keats's Ode,

HTML and fresh and in various other places. So one of the common moods of lyric poetry and is common as U2, you felt it walking out.

Just a Josephson November there. And all is very close to us. You see, you saw the language of our everyday language of our own moon.

This is a lovely thing. Again, is one of the early ones for flower garland. Again is speaking to the other face.

I left you in the morning and in the morning glow. You walked away beside me to make me sad to go.

Do you know me in the gloaming gov and dusty grave robbing. Are you dumb because you know me, not done because, you know, all for me.

And not a question for the faded flowers guy that could take me from beside you for the ages of the day.

They are yours. And v, the measure, there were four huge treasure. The measure of the little, while.

We'll add them along the way. He tells the time is faster. For him. Lava has been a long, long time.

She says is all for me. Here's another question for the fairest flowers gaze could take me

from the side you for the ages, if a day they are yours. Be the measure their width for you to treasure.

We measure the little while driving along. Beautifully express their cost. We find these different elements in poetry as we go along as well.

They mentioned in that way, instead of just hypothetically, we see how much confession there is in the whole love story and those few lines.

Now I'd like to read you a very curious poem. And this poem has very much the feeling of the old ballads. We all know. Figaro valid.

Patrick spent some, Thomas, Ryman, Hamlin and so on. Barbara. Well, no, so bad. They never tell who's speaking.

And they don't give you this story in so many stage that you build it up from what people says. Someone says something,

someone else has something else. Usually are not even tell you speaking, you have to guess that Robert Frost here using that same technique.

First he sets the stage and then you have the woman and the man talking. And apparently they have

runaway from her husband. And all they do is live in fairly often that they misinterpret everything in terms

of that dreaded within. And of course, the fact that this is in the land of New England, those bleak hills,

when most of the farmers have gone. That gives it a certain tragic background. This is in blank verse, which for us so often uses

London light from deeper in the bomb shown on a man and woman in the door. And through their leaching shadows

on a house nearby, all dark and every glossy window. A horse's hoof pod wants to hollow flaw. In the back of the gig.

They stood beside, moved in a little man grasp if we're the woman spoke, Shofar FO stands there and I saw it just yz plane is a white plate.

She said it's the light on the dashboard ran along the purchases is a roadside a man's face. You must have seen it too.

I didn't see it. And you sure? Yes, I'm sure. It was a face. Joe, I'll have to learn.

I can't go in. I can. Neither thing like that. I'm Sarah, yours locked in Federalist. John will make no difference.

Always have felt strange when we came home with a dark house. After so long lapses. And the key rather loudly

into place seemed want someone to be getting out at wonders we ended at another time, right? And someone all the time don't hold my arm.

I say sum1 pass and you speak as if this were a traveled road. You forget where we are.

What is beyond that he be going to or coming from such an hour, night. And on foot two, what we see standing still for in the bushes.

It's not so very light. It's only dA is more in the urine find is say, did he look like he look like anyone?

I'll never rest tonight in this. I now give me the lands in Utah, one for land and she first-pass chairman garrett for herself.

You're not because she said My Business Times come to face it. I'm the one where he'd never dare listen. He kicked the stone here

and here that he's coming towards us. Joe, go in, please park. I don't hear him now. Please go in. In the first place.

You can't make me believe it is or someone else he sends to watch. And now the time has come to have it out with him.

Well, we know definitely where he is. Let him get off and he'll be everywhere around us looking out fees in Bush's collage

and there is 30 foot outdoors. I can't stand it. Jell-o. Let me go. Nonsense. Do you think he'd care and

a few mean you couldn't understand his caring or would you see hadn't had enough, Joe? I will I will. I promise you.

We mustn't say hard things. You must die, then I'll be the one if anybody goes. But you give him

the advantage with this life. But couldn't he do to us standing here? And if you see was really want is why he has seen all I was to see and gun.

He feared forget to keep his whole, but advanced with her as she crossed the grass. What do you want? She cried to all.

She stretched up tall to overlook the light that hung in both hands against test scared. Who's now on so you're wrong. He said, there is. What do you want?

She cries then herself with startled when an answer really came. Nothing that came from well along the road. She reached a hand job or for support.

The smell of squashing will and made her think, why are you doing around this house at night? Nothing.

A pause there seemed no more say than the voice again. You seem afraid. I saw, by the way,

with depth the horse, I'll just come forward in the land and live in left, you say? Yes, do Jell-O go back?

She stood her ground against the noisy steps that came on. That how about a rough too little. You see?

The voice says, Oh, she loved him though. You don't see I have a child here with the hand a rubber wouldn't have his family with him.

Perhaps a child during this time of night. Walking. Every child should have the memory, or at least one long after bedtime walk.

Some synergy, think you try to find some way or the highway as it happens with staffing for the fourth knife down and deans.

But if that's all, Joel, you realize you won't think anything. You understand, you understand, we have to be very careful.

This is a very, very lonely place. Zhuo. She spoke, she couldn't. Ten is swinging land

in length into the ground. It touched, it, struck it, and went out. Cc field have all left-handed merely because the father's taking is

filled by a whopping at night. Well, if you're looking for symbols, you see how the blackness comes in and goes out.

There's no harm in looking for symbols. They're all there. On the other hand, you look for them all the time unless you failed,

you got the full suite for the phone. That's an exciting field, has suspense. In a very dramatic situation. And a good many of the firms in

North of Boston are those people who have become lonely and discontent in the lands. And once Robert Frost said you,

Amy Lowell, Amy Lowell had a country face in Dublin, New Hampshire. He said to me, Hey, you sell your country face in Dublin,

New Hampshire via you live in New Hampshire. Said Robert, you also know you wrote enough Boston. We want to leave for the house

the last two or three more here I'd like to I'd like to read you one more desolate, one of the software,

Amy Lowell thinking album safe. Speaking of the mood of North Boston. The reason I won't read this, because it's one of

the first poems I ever heard Robert Frost many years ago. And I asked him for coffee or it's just written in.

For the census taker. Costs that New England countrysides change degree or even in the past 30 or 40 years.

I came an area and one blowing evening to a slab will that paper covered House of one room in one window and wonder,

the only dwelling in a ways cut over a 100 square miles rounded in the mountains. And that not dwelt in now by men or women.

Never had been dwelled in Novi women. So what is this? I make his sorrow. I came is census taker to

the waist to count the FIFO and found none. None and a 100 miles none in the house where I came last with somehow, but not much. After hours overlooking from the 5th,

emptiness flayed to the various stone. I found no people dead. Show themselves. None, not in hiding from the outward.

The time is awesome. But how anyone could tell a time of year when every tree that could have could've dropped relief was down

itself and nothing but the stump of it was left. Now bringing out is rings in sugar of pitch. And every tree upstairs routing from without

a single leaf to spend on awesome or branch to whistle. After what was spent. Perhaps the wind.

The more without the help of breathing trees. Said something at the time of year our day, the way swung a door forever off the latch as if

rude men passed in and slammed shut, each one behind him. For the next one, the open for himself. I counted nine.

I had no right to count. But this is dreamy unofficial counting. Before I made the 10th across the threshold, where is my Cephei?

Where was anyons? No lamp was lit. Nothing was on the table. The stove was coal.

Stove was off the chimney down by one side where lack to lead. The people that had love. They pass the door where people to

the air but not the eye. They went around the table with their elbows. They want to sleeping in the shelves. If done. I saw no men

there and no bones of men there. I armed myself against sex bones is might be with a pitch black and start with an ax handle.

I picked up off the straw dust covered floor. Now bones, the ill fitted window rattles, the dough was still because I held Shift while I

thought what to do That could be done about the house, about the FIFO not there. This house in one-year fallen to decay.

Fill me with no less than the houses phone to ruin. In 10 thousand years where Asia wedges Africa from Europe.

Nothing was left to do that. I could see, unless you find that there was no one there and declare to

the crypts too far for echo, the places desert and that Gou, so sin silence. If in this he is a green,

break silence now be forever silent. Let him say why was it should not be declared. The melon filet of having to

count souls where they grow fewer and fewer every year is extreme. When they shrink to none at all. It must be, I want life to go on living.

Now, I'll read one litre move. I think north of Boston is the surface. This first. More about the backcountry, New England.

Which bit by bit was desert. Well enough, people move into those lands again, I don't know. In Western Connecticut and Massachusetts,

and New Hampshire, Vermont, Maine, when farming became no longer profitable or even possible. Here's a lyric which I've always liked,

which you know very well. For the sound of trees. I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear forever

the noise of these more than another noise. So first dwelling place. We shuffle them for the day. So we lose all measure of pace and

fixity and our jars and acquire a listening. They are, That's the talks are going. That never gets away. And the tops no less.

Knowing as it grows wild, wiser and older. That now means this day. My feet targets the floor and VI head sways to my shoulder.

Sometimes when I watch trees sway from the window or the door. I shall set forth for somewhere. I shall make your breakfast choice someday.

When they aren't advice. I'm tossing so as to scare the white clouds over them on. I shall have less to say,

but I should be gone. That's a lovely one, of course, that's filled with implications to the coming and going of

the season than the eventual going through death fills curious. The reason I made a mistake in reading areas refers to

other forums or cramming into my head. I say all these things are linked together. And the more you read, the more you'll feel

that kinship with other forests and other times a fence for him about a man who wants to go to capture some old world.

Now I dreamed through several stanzas going to cafes of each stanza. Ends. He has never been to carcass. On the last stanza,

he dies, and he never went to Cafe sun. But remind me of that. When I misread there was there that the talks are going but never gets away.

I was like before Fellow in defense for envoys wanted to go to character sun. And then I was reminded

to a refined by Walter dilemma. All SAN, SAN is telling he's an older man to step away and he's telling her once

he saw a mermaid, he tells it in beautiful talk. I wish I could remember dilemmas, phrasing. And oh, there's one wonderful adjectives.

They're all in something. They saw this mermaid he kept hearing have with sand where he thought he'd

better stay where it was in the poem ends. But if tonight, I heard her calling Sam, maybe morning would find ME gone forever. With another variation on

the same thought about those who stay away from those who go to imagine, go down and so on. The sound or things like

I'll read that poem again. I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear forever? The noise is these more than another noise?

So close to our dwelling place. We shuffled the end of the day. We lose our measure of Tais on fixity and our jaws and

acquire or listening to talks are going but never gets away from the tops. No less for knowing. As it grows wiser and older.

Now it needs to stay. My feet targets the floor. And Manhattan raised my shoulder. Sometimes an eyewash trace

through the window or the door. I shall set forth for somewhere. I shall make the reckless choice someday when they're

involved and tossing so as to scare the wife with them on. I shall have less to say for i. So we gone every

time denies which we haven't actually read you. West running brought before him in the volume of that title.

That's it. Very beautiful foil in a very symbolic for MBA sense. But it is an exquisite expression of Frost's faith in life.

And even I'm inclined to believe in immortality. Frost is very reticent about is personal philosophy.

And for the almost 40 years I've known him. I've never gone out of him. A definite statement are honest belief. But all through his poems there are

hints and thought is always the love of life. Oh is this sense, this is a preface in the universe. Something have faith in.

And I think in West Running Brook to more than a sense for himself and his memories and his beloved day to go

on against the flow of time. Turning back to the sauce, you'll see that when you read the poem. If you haven't read it already.

Now we're turning to Hausman. First. I'm glad it says still with us at the age of 81, husband died about ten years ago.

He did not commit suicide. Not even the natural outcome of this philosophy. It's not always just to judge

a guy is expressed philosophies. Robinson Jefferson is always complaining about life and he tells us this theory,

we were born at all. I'm live shouldn't be. So once I've set well with the Jefferson, I don't think that's any way for

the father for children to talk. If you are so against life. Why did you have four children? The URL for he will answer that one.

And that is probably not fair to pin a poet philosophy on him and make him explaining, well. Husband as a man

is very different from frost. Frost is a social and to an extent, he loves conversation, sit up all night and thaw.

In fact, you can wear out FIFO much younger than himself. Sitting up and talking. Houseman was a complete rate.

He was a recluse, edible. A says in one of her letters, she was told she had seen Haussmann feels invisible.

Invisible when he taught Latin. Cambridge University, whose last name was John, I've never quite

sure these English distinctions. And he was very Greek Latin scholar, which he, a name and reputation which he

build up against the fact that he did not pass his land and with distinction in the university. And so it seemed absolutely is

making up for that in your life career. Van Eyck himself or another, they are standing authorities in Greek and Latin.

In the Western world. In the world. I don't see why we should as Western world. Greek and Latin scholars in China. Now, just is Frost has

a disarming simplicity and you must, you must read. You can read him on the surface if you want. Get great pleasure.

New ordinary objects and move to voice medium a little bit deeper. Dig a little links reading. So Hausmann has a deceptive simplicity.

He says, as I say, many of the opposite thing for stars. That like frosty is based on the classics. And also like frost.

Here is a combination of classicist and folk poetry. Because the forms he uses very apt to be the simple ballad stanza,

sappho, a tree and a very singable is a superb lyric poet. He makes lovely pictures, lovely sounds. Nearly always of course,

tinge of melon flake, usually that beautiful Mel and pray that I spoke of phospho curve in November 9th.

And this alias reasons love so much. I think we all like attached to that general email and phase Elizabethan call it.

But once in awhile frost and goes over. Frosted, husband goes over the bounds and we become a little irritated. And also there's this factor.

You can't read too many if Haussmann's one sitting because the mood becomes a little tumor, same them to find.

We wish I made all these, use a maidens. Doomed to death. What old man at least to repair or an old woman and nobody.

And how soon over 920 as far as I can save. And although I hardly approved such a population, I think needs a few decades more here.

And then I'm going to read the same as loveliest trees because that's terrific. Lyric corresponds with simplicity.

To France. Pasture spring, which I read first. And this too you see, is addressed to the reader.

Not quite surface as frosts and you come to loveliest of trees, the Cherry. Now, he's hung with blue along the bow and stands about the woodland ride,

wearing white for Easter tide. Now of 93 score years and 1020 will not come again on tape from seven-day springs a straw.

It only leaves me 50 more. And since to look at things in blue, 50 springs are little room about the Woodlands.

I will go to see the cherry farm with snow. This one I reading very question number 12. This stuff she'll add that I'm reading from ascii files and 1914.

So I must again about the age of men in this audience. This is number 12. When I watched the living meat and the moving tangent,

far warm and breathing through the street where I largely a little while. If the gates of hate in last, in house, if flesh or strong,

let me mine the house. Dust, mite, sojourn shall belong in the nation that is not. Nothing stands, stood before.

Their revenge is I forgot. And the haka face no more. Lovers. Line 22, a full night's sleep. The size. And the bridegroom all

night through never turns him to his bride's. Beautiful. Because that has this tragic spirit of the classic APA grams.

One of them happens to Academy in epitaph. Greek anthology. Because someone is five. I am, I'll make up a name for,

and I am the tomb of our teams. No, INRs, INR sturdiness. I never married. And I wish my mother and father had.

Furthermore pessimistic of the Greek ever grams. Well, how spin echoes those more pessimistic epitaphs.

Often, because they're very beautiful and D, They are persuasive beauty that one has a little humor to it. And so his house when I was here,

when I was 19 and 20 are very wise man, say crowns and pounds and guineas, but not your heart away. Give pills away and rubies.

But keep your fancy free. For I was 120. No use to talk to me. When I was 120, I heard him say again,

the heart out of the bosom was never given in vain. He's paid with size a plant a. And so for endless row.

And I am 2020 and out is true, is true. The Grimm sort of humor as this one, I will read another request number now and winner of the woods in trouble,

that is one of the finest house whenever red arrows, and I don't think there's anything here

could be improved. Ccle. Again, you have the thought back to the path. And when arcades the words in trouble, as far as fleece the wreck and he's Gail,

it flies the saplings double and thicken sevens. Now the leaves will blow like this through holes and the hanger.

When you're calm, the city Stewart is the old wind in the old anger. But then it threshed another word. Then was before my time.

The relevant at yonder hearing here withstand the blood worms in English Yemen. They thought that they were there. They're like the wind through

words in Riot through him. The Gale of life, blue high. The tree is, man is never quiet. Then with the Romans.

Now design, the Gale flies, the saplings double. It blows so hard, will soon be gone.

Today. The Roman and his trouble or anxious under your account. Because again, one of the most pessimistic week

saying whom God's love. And you hear that echoed in one of husbands poems about love, love, fair? Again, you see how he takes a classic scene.

And again, as Elizabeth said, he English's it. He makes it completely English efficient in an English countryside

with English characters. There's a very fine metaphor here. Frost says that all of our metaphor as well, the degree of the labs

in there are hundreds to learn though come in for the fare is men from the bond and the Forge in the male and the photos,

the labs for the girls and the labs silica there. And there with the rest of the labs, you will never be 0.

This chap's from the town in the field and the tail and the car. And many to count, or the Stallworth and

many the brain and many the handsome face and the hands. And few they will carry their lungs or their truth to the grave.

I wish one could know them. I wish they were tokens to tell the fortunate fellows this. Now you can never this

N. And then one foot talk with them friendly in which them farewell and watch them run the way that they will not return.

But now you may stare as you live and there's nothing to scan. And brushing your elbow and guests staff and not to be told.

They carry back, right to the kina, the mint age of man, the labs, you'll die in their glory. And never V0.

So wonderful metaphor in that last stanza. Now you may stairs you life and there's nothing to scan. And brushing your elbow and

guest S and not to be TO. They carry that right to the corner. The image of man. The labs are Zion,

Gloria, and never will. I think there are several more I'd like to read here at night time is running out. And I know some of you have

engagement cell surface a. And I'm going to read you a lighter one to conclude. I hope I've maybe not.

Oh, well, I didn't. Never mind. This is entire life and it has some very bad advice in which we all need once in a while.

Thanks, no mall add La Jolla. Why should men make haste to die? Empty heads in China talking, make the rough road easy walking.

And the feather paid. If Sally, there's the fallen sky, Otis, jesting, dancing, drinking, spend spins the heavy wells around.

If young hearts were not so further. Oh, there will be young forever. Think Novo to zone may thinking plays lads underground.

Next reading in this series and the concluding reading for this season will be in the brown Hall lounge. On the night of April 18th.

Will all be welcome. However, if you all think that we owe yeah.