Art
Yu-hui Huang
Class of 2018
An Evening on the Grand Canal
Shani Chibber
Class of 2018
Target
Peter Zhu
Class of 2017
The woods decay and memory decays
and all that’s left are the tokens I have
kept. The letters are all burned, but
there is still the way I say some words
with lilts that tremor and sway
in your vibrato pitch.
I failed to master the art of keeping
you forgotten. I go back to the days
where three steps to my two we walked
as night overshadowed sea
looking through the sand
for colors new and undiscovered.
I build elaborate tombs but none quite
does it justice: so many buildings scrapped,
repaired only to collapse again
that I’ve given up on architecture.
Still I come back at times to fiddle with
designs like a composer who can’t
believe his symphony is finished.
Hiraeth
Victor Macrinici
Class of 2019
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