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ОглавлениеI went east and south but never greenward, I went in and out but there was no road homeward. —Gwendolyn MacEwen, “Reviresco: In Memory of Padraig O’Broin”
Gwen, I wish you’d visit me even though it’s Thursday and Thursdays you reserved for going mad. I’ve been reading the entrails of Magic Animals. I always thought you told your story well, if too briefly. If you’d drop by I’d break open the scotch I’ve been hoarding, get a fire going, bring two chairs to the window. Small white ferries will pass with their loads of mortal men. Island to island. We’ll talk about those who drive us to the limits of love and compare our shades of loneliness. Tell me again about the parameters of grace. Or let’s be silent and consider how words have let us down.
