Details are still sketchy about today’s explosions at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. What we do know, however, is that within minutes of the blasts, Tufts students, Bostonians, and people around the world were working together to ensure the safety of those at the scene.

Tufts students are traditionally heavily involved in the marathon – either running it, or cheering on those who are – so today’s event’s are particularly shocking for those of us who had friends there. If you want more news about the incidents, go to a news site or Twitter. This is a blog of student perspectives.

My perspective is to deal with this tragedy through poetry and human connections. If, like me, you are currently seeking some kind of comfort and solidarity from humanity, if you asked, “how could this happen?” after you heard the news, then these are for you:

Soldier’s Dream

Wilfred Owen

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears; And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts; And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts; And rusted every bayonet with His tears.

And there were no more bombs, of ours or Theirs, Not even an old flint-lock, nor even a pikel. But God was vexed, and gave all power to Michael; And when I woke he’d seen to our repairs.

since feeling is first

e.e. cummings

since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world

my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry —the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

• This post was originally hosted on the Tufts University blog Jumbo Talk