The Michigan Alumnus, Volumes 81-82Alumni Association of the University of Michigan, 1974 - Cooking In volumes1-8: the final number consists of the Commencement annual. |
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Page 17 - This is inspired by sentiment as much as by reason. The emotional side of me tends to imagine France, like the princess in the fairy stories or the Madonna in the frescoes, as dedicated to an exalted and exceptional destiny.
Page 2 - I would not go south of the Rappahannock upon Lee's moving north of it. If you had Richmond invested to-day, you would not be able to take it in twenty days ; meanwhile your communications and with them your army would be ruined. I think Lee's army and not Richmond is your sure objective point.
Page 10 - Kicking the leaves today, as we walk home together from the game, among crowds of people with their bright pennants, as many and bright as leaves, my daughter's hair is the red-yellow color of birch leaves, and she is tall like a birch, growing up, fifteen, growing older; and my son flamboyant as maple, twenty, visits from college, and walks ahead of us, his step springing, impatient to travel the woods of the earth. Now I watch them from a pile of leaves beside this clapboard house in Ann Arbor,...
Page 10 - ... boughs and laid them across the leaves, green on red, until the house was tucked up, ready for snow that would freeze the leaves in tight, like a stiff skirt. Then we puffed through the shed door, taking off boots and overcoats, slapping our hands, and sat in the kitchen, rocking, and drank black coffee my grandmother made, three of us sitting together, silent, in gray November. 3. One Saturday when I was little, before the war, my father came home at noon from his half day at the office and...
Page 10 - Arbor, on a day the color of soot, rain in the air; I kick at the leaves of maples, reds of seventy different shades, yellow like old paper; and poplar leaves, fragile and pale; and elm leaves, flags of a doomed race. I kick at the leaves, making a sound I remember as the leaves swirl upward from my boot, and flutter; and I remember Octobers walking to school in Connecticut, wearing corduroy knickers that swished with a sound like leaves; and a Sunday buying a cup of cider at a roadside stand on...
Page 10 - Observe enduring life in you And start to die together. Kicking the Leaves Kicking the leaves, October, as we walk home together from the game, in Ann Arbor, on a day the color of soot, rain in the air; I kick at the leaves of maples, reds of seventy different shades, yellow like old paper; and poplar leaves, fragile and pale; and elm leaves, flags of a doomed race. I kick at the leaves, making a sound I remember as the leaves swirl upward from my boot, and flutter; and I remember 10 Octobers walking...
Page 10 - Now I fall, now I leap and fall to feel the leaves crush under my body, to feel my body buoyant in the ocean of leaves, the night of them, night heaving with death and leaves, rocking like the ocean. Oh, this delicious falling into the arms of leaves, into the soft laps of leaves! Face down, I swim into the leaves, feathery, breathing the acrid odor of maple, swooping in long glides to the bottom of October — where the farm lies curled against winter, and soup steams its breath of onion and carrot...
Page 2 - Lee's moving north of it. If you had Richmond invested to-day, you would not be able to take it in twenty days ; meanwhile your communications, and with them your army, would be ruined. I think Lee's army and not Richmond is your true objective point. If he comes toward the upper Potomac, follow on his flank, and on the inside track, shortening your lines while he lengthens his. Fight him, too, when opportunity offers. If he stays where he is, fret him and fret him.
Page 17 - To pursue Hood is folly, for he can twist and turn like a fox and wear out any army in pursuit. To continue to occupy long lines of railroads simply exposes our small detachments to be picked up in detail, and forces me to make countermarches to protect lines of communication.
Page 8 - I want to go back to Michigan, To dear Ann Arbor town. Back to Joe's and the Orient, Back to some of the money I spent, I want to go back to Michigan, To dear Ann Arbor town.