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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: for Dorothy Wordsworth
Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2017 22:29:25 -0400 (EDT)
for Dorothy Wordsworth http://www.alansondheim.org/ruin.jpg The ruin lay before us, dark and grey; Became a Ruin near the end of day. Before us some dark ruin slowly spread Into the name of Ruin, ere we fled. Look yonder, a ruin we espied Turned into Ruin, we read, we sought, we cried. Our Ruin gave us language and a name, Descended into ruin, improper, shade, and same. Paeans of the Ruin called and bade, less than the ruin, already lost, unmade