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Thursday, May 15, 2014

A SOUTHERN UNIVERSITY circa 1960


For Richard, dead these thirty years; 
and for Emory, who never knew   



Under the aegis of the Lyceum,
with its always freshly white-washed columns,
lantern, and lilac-painted clock
that shows that, apparently, time has stopped,

They come (whose great-granddaddies whooped,
spurring their horses through the hallowed portals)
and pose beneath the trees, dusty and beautiful.
 
 
White thighs flashing on the Green expose,
to other eyes than those of love,
Olympian splendor in the grass, almost
a nude Déjeuner dans le Grove.
 

“Isn’t this just like living in a magazine?”
said my friend Emory one day,
from the venerable School of Law’s
high portico, and I agreed. . . . 

Into the seventeenth century
the Parthenon survived intact
until, in one of the Med’s interminable wars,
a mortar bomb soared through the air and crashed
into that most unstable of charges, black
powder, they had stockpiled there,
and the Pan-Athenaic chivalry of Greek youth     
blew everywhere. 
                                 Well, they say
nothing is staler than last week’s news,
and even this generation will pass away. 
 




http://nbmaa.wordpress.com/2010/04/27/reinterpreted-artworks-le-dejeuner-sur-l%E2%80%99herbe-by-edouard-manet/ 


http://www.ebay.com/itm/Shirtless-Male-College-Student-Shorts-Laying-Down-on-Grass-PHOTO-PINUP-4X6-P720-/400691477845    
 
https://aristotleguide.wordpress.com/2012/10/17/blowing-up-the-parthenon/
https://aristotleguide.wordpress.com/2012/10/12/the-destruction-of-the-parthenon/ 
 

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