Unhappy men, why do we travel so,
emptily optimistic before death?
Here was Seleukos, perfect of his kind
in talk and manners, briefly at his prime:
on the far edge of Spain, a world from Lesbos,
he lies a stranger on the unmeasured coast.
These words are not meant to be read in their entirety. Skim them the way this plane skims the cloud layer, jostling sometim...
It's not easy being an American abroad. Between being peppered with questions about politics and having your feet stick off the en...
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