| "Who can be the poet?" 5. [seeking inward] One who never had a car and successfully adventured without? Climbed high the black oak in the arboretum with a best friend and just l-a-u-g-h, i-n-g? Got stuck so high had to perform the slow butt-slide? Possibly joined others in the south side gazebo every Thursday afternoon and (possibly) passed around the nod? Well, definitely on a clear night had an astronomy lab? Or outside of Sturges, sat and watched the red late-August sunset; photographed a friend in that perfect light; water-painted for an afternoon class; impressed with the holes squirrels chewed out of the plastic trash covers; impressed with the frats camping in the icy cold for Mothers Against Drunk Driving; or listened to classmates vent against the war with sophistication and humor; watched them, with their faces painted, lay on the ground like dead corpses? Walked the Take Back the Night March all around campus and off? Wrote a female name on a small square of colored cloth and pinned it on a clothe line dangling in the wet wind? Glad when President Dahl did the same? Congregated in a circle around Bear Fountain or the Upper Quad cradling a candle? Courageously prayed around the flagpole at noon? |
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