Cheese Country
SeptemberexcerptsIlie only looked me up in early September, a few weeks before the harvesting of the vineyards. He had come back alone, by train. He had told some lie to his wife and run over to see me. He was coming towards me with an enamored look in his eyes, ready to
To A Departing Mistress
You call it true love, and believe t'was so…I call it a brief lapse of sanity…Yet what it was,What it was meant to be, The two of us, perhaps, will never know. It was a dream we lived upon a shore,A sad song brought to us from distant landsBy some white birds