Laughing or tame or wild . . . Trees and the sun were gone, Everything gone but us. His mother sang in the house, And kept our supper warm, And loved us, God knows how, The wide earth darkened so. And this one by Galway Kinnell. I did care. . . . I did say everything I thought In the mildest words I knew. And now, . . . I have to say I am relieved it is over: At the end I could feel only pity For that urge toward more life. . . . Goodbye.
Surprised the dad didnt burn the book.
