So right now Dartmouth is having Dimensions for all the prospies who could potentially come here. Seeing them run around made me think about where I was a year ago, and how I had (almost) never thought of being here now. And how fortunate I am to be here. Yay nostalgia. Yay prospies.
Also if the rhythm and structure seem familiar, it's because I blatantly copied Robert Frost's "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening" because I was too lazy to come up with my own structure. Also it seemed fitting because Frost went to Dartmouth for 3 months before he dropped out to take care of his mom. So.. another Dartmouth connection! So metaphysical.
When from a year I am detached,
Nostalgia cannot quite be matched.
Believe in life’s telicity,
A chance that I wisely had snatched.
Emotional simplicity,
And joy’s unkempt felicity
Could do no good service to sing.
Oh, too much electricity.
A pity to forget a spring
When one answer was everything,
When one choice had power to steer
The way even a cloud could fling.
Uncertainty predestines fear,
A shadowed future. In a year
How did I ever end up here?
How did I ever end up here?
Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre
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