These images of light and dark bond black, white, husband, wife life and death together. Actor, actor on the stage or if you re reading, dark traces on a pale page. I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume. I introduced this scene in class and said I loved the word relume and wondered why the playwright never chose to use the word again and why it never had caught on. In New Hampshire the autumn air is green pear crisp.
Maple trees turn apple red oak pumpkin orange and hickory summer squash yellow.
If you listen hard you can hear the leaves turn color. Tonight, as you sliced the last of the summer squash, you heard words Kosovo. . . Your heart thumps to your throat. You fill your plate with summer and swallow autumn.