Reading a poem in translation, wrote Bialek, is like kissing a woman through a veil; and reading Greek poems, with a mixture of katharevousa and the demotic, is like kissing two women. Translation is...
There's a moment when love makes you believe in death for the first time. You recognize the one whose loss, even contemplated, you'll carry forever, like a sleeping child. All grief, anyone's grief......
Not long after our final lesson, on one of our Sundays at the lake, my father and I were walking along the shore when he noticed a small rock shaped like a bird. When he picked it up, I saw the quick...
I want you to promise we’ll see each other again, you’ll send a letter. Promise we’ll be lost together in our forest, pale birches of our legs. I hear your voice now—I know, everyone knows promises co...
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