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I am Miss Pancake Taylor. I have come from very far away to take care of my family Craig and Zita and Niamh and Emmet. Sometimes I have helpers; my friends the Blackthorn-Badgers. They are very old Scotsmen. I am very glad to meet you.

Tuesday, 30 October 2012

 Return -- 1917

    "The College will reopen Sept. --."
        `Catalogue'.


    I was just aiming at the jagged hole
    Torn in the yellow sandbags of their trench,
    When something threw me sideways with a wrench,
    And the skies seemed to shrivel like a scroll
    And disappear . . . and propped against the bole
    Of a big elm I lay, and watched the clouds
    Float through the blue, deep sky in speckless crowds,
    And I was clean again, and young, and whole.

    Lord, what a dream that was! And what a doze
    Waiting for Bill to come along to class!
    I've cut it now -- and he -- Oh, hello, Fred!
    Why, what's the matter? -- here -- don't be an ass,
    Sit down and tell me! -- What do you suppose?
    I dreamed I . . . am I . . . wounded? "You are dead." 



Stephan Vincent Benet

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