IN THE REVIEW

Part of a Letter, to Young Codignola

Dear boy—of course let’s meet again, but expect nothing. Oh, there are always possibilities, a new delusion, a new vow: vows are easily made to narcissistic obligation. And that hurts. I’m the same at forty as I was at seventeen. Frustrated forty, frustrated seventeen— …

The Bells of Orvieto

Sign of single dominion, of absolute    poverty—then why so hesitant, so blurred a sound on Sunday morning?    You touch this standing train with life, and the wet white station of this town    closed in old silences. It’s refreshing. Solitary houses, streets, squares, palaces, …