Yes, the poets went to the movies again, and yes, we were changed and we did stagger from the theater.
Before: photos on the stairs at the Warner. After: no photos, please—.
John Keats. Fanny Brawne. It was Romantic and romantic.
It wasn’t what happened—we knew what was going to happen—it was how. Just like with the best poems: it was how.
(Photo: Michael, Micah, Tori, Lauren, Mary Ann, Lisa. Also in attendance: Danielle and husband Justin, Charity, and Special Guest Poet/Photographer Erin Veith.)
I would like to commend the poets on their movie choices. Can the rest of our classes start going on dates, too?
ReplyDelete*sigh* Yes it was beautiful. But tell me again what it had to do with poetry? --pat
ReplyDeleteIt *was* poetry.
ReplyDeleteWell, beauty *is* truth, I've read. I'm not sure I *believe* it.
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