A poem by Lara Egger (poetry, ’16) appears in May Day Magazine:
A New New Guide
Look at this orange. When Rothko
painted No. 12, 1954 was he thinking
of a setting sun, or a piece of fruit?
In every language I know,
the word for both is the same.
In ancient Greek, there is no blue,
so Homer said wine-dark,
and honey was green; even the sky
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