Between Hopes and Heaven

Let me call myself, for the present, William Wilson. The fair page now lying before me need not be sullied with my real appellation. This has been already too much an object for the scorn—for the horror—for the detestation of my race. To the uttermost regions of the globe have not the indignant winds bruited its unparalleled infamy? Oh, outcast of all outcasts most abandoned!—to the earth art thou not for ever dead? to its honors, to its flowers, to its golden aspirations?—and a cloud, dense, dismal, and limitless, does it not hang eternally between thy hopes and heaven?

~Edgar Allan Poe, from William Wilson

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The Year Is Going, Let Him Go

The poem that gave us the classic line for New Year’s Eve: “Ring out the old, ring in the new” is in danger of seeming trite because it is too familiar. In context, In Memoriam, with its unflinching exploration of grief,has a more intimate and immediate quality. It captures the soul of the bereaved person, rising at last from prolonged mourning to recognize that the very love that made the lost beloved so important to us calls us to pay attention again to the world around us and to hope and work for a better future. Continue reading “The Year Is Going, Let Him Go”