Minòn good cat who did not return. When I walk through Montemarcello …

At festivals, of course, you hear it, this clapping for an absentee— the young director in …

Russian novels are full of people gathering them, while wishing they were …

We’ve done it once again, mon Dieu! Yet again we failed to see that we were still …

Always the same dream, it pleases me: Narcissus in his favorite sport coat reading …

A crow, vivid black— on the mirror of its back the sky …

Two Ballinas I have in mind though they are separately pronounced — the …

Of all the kings of Portugal we’ve seen the last but one today— well, not quite him …

Once there was a vineyard here in green and ordered rows. Now the …

Only certain cities have it. A street plan may suggest the mood. It’s in the fluency …

I took a faddish nonsense And wove a certain charm With …

The vestiges of Vladimir are growing harder to detect: bad PAs, appalling plumbing, boring buildings you suspect must once …

One thing you learn from travel is to be more careful where you’re born. It helps to …

Switzerland’s a courtyard garden; Germany’s an old estate; Switzerland runs right on time; German trains are sometimes …

They are full of incomplete dreams hedges which have grown too high fallen …

All those heroes high on horseback fill the European squares. Each country’s had its yard of sunshine— now …

his arms fold over each other left palm firm against the lower …

“The enemies of agriculture in Russia are precisely four,” our Prague friend’s saying with a smile as …

Hand in hand we climb the stairs; our bellies full of wine and cheese, each …

On the afternoon I am to meet God, I cannot raise my eyes. …