In Eclipse
It was when I met her
Your grandmother
That I knew you loved me
For you were as proud of me
As she of you
It was a simple day in Tennessee
A cookout for family
Yet I knew this was no
Ordinary gathering
It was your declaration
Now twenty years on
Your grandmother gone
You make no declaration at all
There is only
Absence
Once more I see the tide go out
Watch the full moon wane
Our lunar cycles spin in vain
Yet Zones of Totality dark as night
Must yield the sun again
--Jack Miller, fall '09
Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
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