Legacy

A quick post-season announcement about what is to come.

I find my way; A sovereign song. (End of Season 1.)

A reading of "Clarimonde," an appropriately creepy story befitting the tradition of Winter Solstice ghost stories. This story in French is titled "La Morte Amoureuse."

Jen waits; things which comfort.

January 2020; A story is tested.

. . . . ; "The Yellow Spots"

Brick against the wall; I leave a degree of comfort.

I remember Ladakh; legacies built upon the past.

I concede; flawed creators; baser metals.

I resist; the Muse inside the form. I translate part of "Albertus."

Summer passes; I reflect on Gautier's ideas of art.

I close out my career; a lesson in economics.

Visiting some other poets, I find myself distracted. 

Bridges. A childhood memory challenges my motives to create.

The poem "L'art" by Theophile Gautier. In 35 years, what have I forged?

I sort through the detritus of my teaching career. I wonder at a message. 

Le buste / Survit à la cité.