Did You Love Well What

I Don't Think It's By Accident That I Was First Attracted To Translating Two French Women Poets.

Did You Love Well What Very Soon You Left? Come Home And Take Me In Your Arms And Take Away This Stomach Ache, Headache, Heartache. Never So Full, I Never Was Bereft So Utterly. The Winter Evenings Drift Dark To The Window. Not One Work Will Make You, Where You Are, Turn In Your Day, Or Wake From Your Night Toward Me. The Only Gift I Got To Keep Or Give Is What I've Cried, Floodgates Let Down To Mourning For The Dead Chances, For The End Of Being Young, For Everyone I Loved Who Really Died. I Drank Our One Year Out In Brine Instead Of Honey From The Seasons Of Your Tongue.

With, Or Despite Our Scars, We Stay Alive.

The Ambiguities Of Language, Both In Terms Of Vocabulary And Syntax, Are Fascinating: How Important Connotation Is, What Is Lost And What Is Gained In The Linguistic Transition.

You Are Almost Not Free, If You Are Teaching A Group Of Graduate Students, To Become Friends With One Of Them. I Don't Mean Anything Erotically Charged, Just A Friendship.