Stranger by Night

Stranger by NightBy: Edward Hirsch Now in his seventies, the award winning poet looks back on what was and accepts what is, in a deeply moving and beautiful sequence about what sustains him Beginning with "My Friends Don't Get Buried," the lament of a delinquent mourner as his friends have begun to die, and ending with the plaintive note to self "don't write elegies anymore," Edward Hirsch takes us backward through the decades in these memory poems of startling

spanning more than a century

it’s not up to us

roasts and puddings

But little do they know

隨機問答：透過提問方式加深名詞認知，並學會組織語言。　　4

from Custer to World War II to the 21st Century

if her new landlord

It's not just a dream anymore

there’s a Helicopter

and it appears his killing spree has only just begun

get ready for a round-the-world adventure

the digger behind huge piles of soil