Education … Fortunate Fields—like those of old Sought in the Atlantic Main, why should they be A history only of departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was? –Wordsworth, The Excursion I’ve been here for decades among all sorts of hardwoods, eight evergreen species, innumerable shrubs, not on the Main. But in truth, I was born in the suburbs. Or somebody was. What I’ll call imagination grew up instead at my uncle’s farm: sheep’s wool hung on...
