There’s something in your closet.
There’s something underneath.
Don’t search for it I beg you,
Or sharp you’ll find its teeth
Continue reading The Lamb’s Last Lullaby- Jonathan Alicea ’20
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.
Continue reading At San Pietro in Vincoli- Thomas Ray Garcia ’16
(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
Continue reading To Mother, a tragedy- Nicolette d’Angelo ’19
Oh Mummy, bound in tired,
Upon your shroud,
Forgive your descendants,
More learned than devoted,
For such mistreatment
Of your frail figure.
Continue reading To A Mummy- Arrigo Boito, translated from the Italian by Andra Bailard ’16
come in! take a seat! so glad to meet you—
yes, down to business. here’s what we do.
you surely know it’s long been thought
by those who ought to know that you can’t feel
a feeling or think something if you do not
possess a word for it: words make things real.
we take pride in putting theory into remedy.
let me tell you how it’s done.
Continue reading the psychology of forgetting (a business proposal)- Anna Leader ’18