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Bryn Mawr Classical Review

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By Jesse Hill, C.W. Marshall, John Godwin
| Bryn Mawr Classical Review
[Authors and titles are listed at the end of the review] Ennius was the fons et origo of all later Latin poets and yet he only survives in fragments. Scholars who have worked hard on his Annales have not accorded the same attention to the rest of his oeuvre, and this book aims to restore the balance. Ennius’ generic range was undoubtedly huge, and even in its fragmentary state it still points to a gigantic achievement.
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I Don't Want Your Confession

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By John Godwin
| Vocal
"I haven't asked you for a confession and I don't want one." "I mean, I understand, but it's important that I come clean with you." "Jack. Please listen. I want our relationship to work. i think it can work. I'm moving forward and I just need to have this behind us." "Yes! Exactly! This will bring closure for us." "It's already closed for me Jack. I don't need a confession or anything else from you. It's already closed." This was the preamble to my confession.
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Evening's Elegy

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By John Godwin
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The wet canvas where no paint dries descends its gray veil that thickens with the slipping sun Purple and gray drip down over persimmon and gold All is flux. All is liquid. Do you see it? We trudged sidewalks where even the cracks were too blackened to track. but they never let on. Do you remember the longing Sorrow for the loss of the light that made us Now we creak and sway to wash and carry us to blanket us and bury us. as it dies and dissolves
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