W.H. Auden

I remember this being part of our first conversation: you said you liked Auden, and I almost said I like you. But because I'm a dork, I said, youuuuHugh Grant. And then you said, well now we have something in

Reading my old entries in LiveJournal. Wow. I can't believe I was so young, naive, and impressionable. Here's a poem a friend suggested after reading what I wrote about my professor, who said, "You can't evade it. It's a fact

1. Chopin on Nocturne in C sharp minor, Op. 27/1, Larghetto. In four minutes and four seconds, I sat quite still while my heart is breaking. 2. Sharp pangs were never unfamiliar, but I never thought I’d go this way again: it’s been