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Those early poets scribbling lines in blood on rock and leaf -- left nothing to doubt or interpretation. The gods, they knew, were fickl..

Dante’s shade cast an uneasy shadow over these immutable hills last night. Everywhere we meandered, paused to dally, Hades’ ..

The dead are never done with the living -- their ancient grievances constantly revived, reseeded, for future generations to row and rall..

Imagine Odysseus staggering home, returning from his night out, still flushed with excitement, reeking of adventure, a little too much ..

When you are old and gray, sounding out Yeats -- if life’s last late adventure, Byzantium still awaits or … the light through a..

1 Byzantium Woke, afloat, awkwardly discomfited by the barking boil, red rage, bubbling up from the depths of the low-cost class, ..

Other, more approximate, histories appear less susceptible to mythology. Their tall ships, constructed from sturdier woods, brass tacks, ..

Far more than any robin’s arrival the spring summons for bats and boys was always the scent of Uncle Charlie’s old Deere mowing..

Older sister to After Vevey

I’d read Voltaire in a different light. Candide’s single-minded pleasure less and less of a Baedeker’s guide to how a lad..