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ALT Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats: 7. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
ALT Ghosts and Fashion by Elaine Equi: Although it no longer has a body to cover out of a sense of decorum, the ghost must still consider fashion— must clothe its invisibility in something if it is to “appear” in public. Some traditional specters favor the simple shroud— a toga of ectoplasm worn Isadora-Duncan-style swirling around them. While others opt for lightweight versions of once familiar tee shirts and jeans. Perhaps being thought-forms, they can change their outfits instantly— or if they were loved ones, it is we who clothe them like dolls from memory.
