Friday, February 10, 2012
Try to remember the kind of September ...
The Old Age of Nostalgia
by Mark Strand
Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined
future, of being carried away in streams of promise by a love or
a passion so strong that one felt altered forever and convinced
that even the smallest particle of the surrounding world was
charged with purpose of impossible grandeur; ah, yes, and
(The whole, lovely poem is here, at The Writer's Almanac.)
Laura Salas has the round up at Writing the World for Kids.