Almost Midnight, Day 48 of the War And the living nations wait,Each sequestered in its hate— W.H. Auden, from “In Memory of W.B. Yeats” It’s…
Almost Midnight, Day 48 of the War And the living nations wait,Each sequestered in its hate— W.H. Auden, from “In Memory of W.B. Yeats” It’s…