Not having the eloquence, or the wisdom for silence, or the vertigo of personal memory, or the passionate disquiet to commemorate the day, I’ll only offer a poem by W.H. Auden, which was read during a remembrance ceremony held collectively by the NEH, the NEA, and IMLS.

The reading was book-ended by The Sunrise Quartet’s striking renditions of Mozart’s “Andante” (from Divertimento in D. Major, K. 136) and Barber’s “Adagio for Strings” (from String Quartet, Op. 11) and was preceded (and delayed) by an evacuation of my building in downtown D.C. due to a “suspicious package.”


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