Friendship
For Patricia Yaeger
“I wanted to fill my elegy with light of all kinds. But death makes us stingy. There is nothing more to be expended on that,
“I wanted to fill my elegy with light of all kinds. But death makes us stingy. There is nothing more to be expended on that,
Welcome. Some musings on my current preoccupations with the worlds of illness and the worlds of books, the vicissitudes of living with cancer and the need now, in my eighties, to imagine what new writing might be.