What wond’rous life in this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons as I pass,
Ensnar’d with flow’rs, I fall on grass.
For the past few years, those lines of poetry have popped into my head in August. They’re from the fifth stanza of The Garden by Andrew Marvell, and to this day I can hear the voice of my professor, the late Dr. Greg Goekjian reciting them from memory at the front of a lecture hall in the dead of winter more than 20 years ago.
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