At San Pietro in Vincoli- Thomas Ray Garcia ’16

What trippers surround me, barrio boy from the Rio,
In search of Moses’ inch-long horns off Tiber’s shores?
Corollas and cobblestone and construction outside four foot fence,
Saint Peter in Chains, backpacks and babies clinging
To bodies buckling with New World burdens: selfie-sticks,
Credit cards no cash, McGraw textbooks out of print, and stabbed mace cans.
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To Mother, a tragedy- Nicolette d’Angelo ’19

(The doors of the house open, to show Orestes standing over the bodies of Clytemnestra and Aegisthus, while attendants display the net-like garment in which Clytemnestra had entangled Agamemnon and which she herself displayed after his murder.)

— Aeschylus’s Agamemnon, trans. Richard Lattimore

 

You, who told me Fortune’s thunderbolts
always tapered the highest house
first: to You I sent
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I Am Become- Mitchell Shellman ’16

“Pull the switch.”

“This isn’t right,” someone mutters from behind, safe in the shadows. Everyone is facing a window dividing the rooms with two men on the other side, one sitting and the other standing by his side, both facing the audience.

“I said to pull the switch,” growled the large man, muscles clenching.
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