280 pages of reading and a 3000 word take-home paper due on Wednesday, along with a Hume paper for tomorrow and a Kant reading list and paper to somehow finish by Friday? This poem feels pretty relevant right now:
How could I write a poem in the rain?
The water drains the sheet of every word,
Of every feeling; waters down the pain,
And strikes the joyful dancing by a third.
The pelican is crying. That’s the clue,
The answer to this senseless sopping mess.
She weeps for every essay that we do.
She weeps for all our broken loneliness.
She weeps for every time a tutor says:
"I've given you some extra work this week;"
Each tear in bleary running flow displays
The sorrow that her bill can never speak.
If she could lift her wing to wipe away
The downpour of her weeping from above,
The pelican could leave her sundial stay,
Fly to our hearts, and warm each one with love.
But this can never be. She's metal-bound.
She'll never leave her prison – never could.
The rain continues falling all around,
And nothing ever comes to any good.
-Corpus poet laureate, Thomas White
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