The above quote is from Ellen Psychas—Class of 1990. Read her full memory below:

I had a carrell for some reason—perhaps because I did so many independent studies—on the chilly 4th floor. During my final semester, somebody starting leaving me anonymous carrell notes with snatches of verse I liked, mostly Romantics, Seamus Heany, and ee cummings. It took me a month to figure out that my secret muse was the guy I’d been sitting next to in English lit classes for over a year. Apparently, he had a crush on me but was too shy to commit to more than secret verse offerings. We dated happily for our last couple months at Brown, then went out separate ways, me to teach English in Japan, he to the Peace Corps in Africa. Sigh.