NB

I do not have a computer with internet access at work this week.

You know you're a couple when...

You and your partner send each other the same message within a 10 minute time frame, without knowledge of the other's actions.

I will forever love this poem

Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall

She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens,

And she is dying piece-meal

of a sort of emotional anemia.

 

And round about there is a rabble

Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor.

They shall inherit the earth.

 

In her is the end of breeding.

Her boredom is exquisite and excessive.

She would like some one to speak to her,

And is almost afraid that I

will commit that indiscretion

- Ezra Pound (1916)

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I don't know how to feel about this.

I googled "poetic identity" to make sure I wasn't just making shit up for my essay (more than usual). And the third hit returned an essay published in a literary journal in January 2005 that is more or less the essay I'm trying to write, and we have both selected 2 out of 3 of the same poems by which to substantiate our essays.

Good news: Someone else thought this was a good take on Wordsworth and was published for it.

Bad news: I have to cover my ass big time against plagiarism.

I'm wondering if I should alert my professor now to this accidental coincedence.