The Early Spring Heatwave: A Fratliloquy™

By Samuel Fox | 4/21/17 12:27pm

Shall I compare thy Dartmouth to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more snapchattable than days hitherto.


Crop-tops and thy previous summer’s flip-flops do shake the darling buds of April,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date (only 48 chimes of the Baker Tower’s bells).

Sometime too bustling — the green of campus heaves,

And often is ‘er iridescent complexion dimmed;

And every snow-patch from antecedent junctures sometime ephemerally declines,

By chance, or global warming’s course, books asprawl — to “study;” though EARS doth not desire professors’ utterances in this fine heat

But thy eternal summer shall not fade, for Sperry’s have surfaced from long-forgotten drawers

Nor lose possession of that fair Instagram aesthetic owe’st,

Nor shall death, 50 degrees or midterms stop thou wand’rest in her romper season shade,

When in eternal iced tea KAF lines, time thou grow’st.

So long as Dartmouth can breathe, or Facetime on The Green™ can allow,

So long lives this transient spring, and this gives utmost life to thee.

Bravo via

Samuel Fox