I can see his whole face. He strolls toward me, grin wide, eyes shaded by blue Bruin cap.
The Argentinean geologist’s wife was a Russian who married to stay out of Russia. They met and hit upon that plan in a bar in Buenos Aires, and in the course of the night were engaged, married and conceived the first of their three children, all in the delirium of white rum. After marrying and […]
Dedicated to Ludwig von Ficker 1 Often by the well at dusk, You see her standing spellbound Drawing water at dusk. Buckets plunge up and down. In the beeches jackdaws flutter And she is like a shadow. Her yellow hair flutters And rats scream in the yard. And coaxed by abasement She narrows her […]