We are simple people. For us, fulfillment comes from hammering a piece of iron into a useful shape; from plowing the black soil for the new crop; from kneading the dough for the bread we all need. My ... [+]
“‘As far as I remember I have not ever estranged myself from You, nor does my conscience prick me for it’.” Purgatorio 33.91-3, Trans. J. & R. Hollander In high school, when I was still just a kid, I thought like one. And I didn’t think much of you, Miss Priss —all long legs and big hair. That you refused the kiss I risked one night earned my dire contempt. I forgot the slight, but in my mind the thought of you grew dark. Beguiled in foreign cities, I fell for sisters with your smile, your light step, your breathless palaver laughing grace. Years later, c