is the birthday of a poet who didn’t like cats but did write,
This is the chapter of their archaeology.
This is their artifact. The event occurred at some time between February 1894 and February 1901. The woman’s name was apparently Emmons.
This is they.
For the history of emotion, this is the novel by Henry Mackenzie which set Georgian England a-weeping. On the British Library’s site the image of the title page is dim, as if seen through tears.
For how hard it is to see, let alone to love.
Russet Lawns, and Fallows Gray,
Where the nibling flocks do stray