Commonplace Book
Jun 01, 2020
3 minutes
Collected by Anne Matthews
After every war someone has to tidy up.
— Wisława Szymborska, “The End and the Beginning,” 1993
The road, just in front of the sidewalk where I sat and played jacks, would be ankle-deep in dust, and seemed to drink up the moonlight like folds of velvet. It drank up sound, too; muffled the wagon-wheels and hoof-beats; lay soft and meek like the last residuum of material things,—the soft bottom resting-place. Nothing in the world, not snow mountains or blue seas, is so beautiful in moonlight as the soft, dry summer roads in
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