It would have been too easy to choose the first stanza of T.S. Eliot's "The Wasteland" for this month's verse: "April is the cruellest month…" Instead, I give to you a few lines of a poem by Edward Hirsch, an American poet, professor, and president of the Guggenheim Foundation. Here is the last stanza of the last poem in his book The Night Parade:
from Proustian
Sometimes it is enough just to remember
There was once a time before we knew about time
When the self and the world fit snugly together.
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And sometimes ignorance is bliss.