Repeat that, repeat,
Cuckoo, bird, and open ear wells, heart-springs, delightfully

sweet,

With a ballad, with a ballad, a rebound
Off trundled timber and scoops of the hillside ground, hollow

hollow hollow ground:

The whole landscape flushes on a sudden at a sound.

- Hopkins.





This will be a good semester overall, much of what I'm studying is beautiful and comforting in a way that seems worth it. Much of it is stuff I already love or linked to things I love in a way that negates effort. I'm doing classes. I'm reading criticism. I'm liking it. Looks like it isn't too late to die with a halo over my head.