Magazine July 08, 2019, Issue

My Possessions

(Alessandro Bianchi/Reuters)

Like sterile seeds
Cast among weeds:
Cheese boards and socks,
Earrings and clocks —

Already gone,
A sinking dawn,
Earth inside out.
Christ, bring me doubt

Of grasping fear,
My prison here,
And let me sleep
For you to keep.

Sarah Ruden’s most recent work is a translation of Augustine’s Confessions.

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Letters

A reader responds to a recent article by Avik Roy, ‘Socialized Medicine Is Bad for Your Health.’
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