form a dead poets' society

_{He handed us the sun.}

_{Fear not, he said: gaze
fully at this wonder and
mystery though your
eyes be-slitted and washed
with the glare.}

_{Kahlil handled the sun.}

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_{Li Bai looked at the water
and the grass sighing over
the fields of loess where
the sorghum grew brightened,
all, by the full moon.}

_{Amongst the flowers is a pot of wine;
I pour alone but with no friend at hand;
So I lift the cup to invite the shining moon;
Along with my shadow, a fellowship of three.}

_{Li Bai}

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party like it’s 1599.

A few of us at one job I had that was sort of hard and discouraging, decided to do this. We found or wrote poems and read them to each other at lunchtime. The company closed our office and we scattered, so it didn’t last, but it’s something I would do again.