… And when they all were seated,A Service, like a Drum—Kept beating—beating—till I thoughtMy mind was going Numb
from Emily Dickinson’s ‘I felt a Funeral, in my Brain’
At the fellowship lunch after our AA meeting, I’d hear him describing an afternoon sky in Paris, a shaft of shadow on a Tuscany hill. His flat unstoppable narrative was better suited to rambling American subu ... (read more)