98. Leaving the City, Part 5

Our closing comments on this devastating masterpiece of a song.

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“Spring, deranged, weeping grass and sleepless, broke herself upon my window glass. And I could barely breathe, for seeing all the splintered light that leaked her fissures, fleeing, launched in flight: unstaunched daylight, brightly bleeding, bleached the night with dawn, deleting, in that high sun, after our good run, when the spirit bends beneath knowing it must end.”