ah, NY, you make me proud

curiosity, tenderness, kindness, ecstasy

"For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is a sense of being somehow, somewhere, connected with other states of being where art (curiosity, tenderness, kindness, ecstasy) is the norm."

-Nabokov

Langston Hughes

Poem

I loved my friend.

He went away from me.

There's nothing more to say.

The poem ends

Soft as it began-

I loved my friend.

©Langston Hughes Estate

chapel arts

thanks to doug mcnamara for fine poem animation

Reading - Canal Park Playhouse Chapel Series