Ashes & Stars

Here Come the Notes to My Poems

68 Here Come the Notes to My Poems Not UPS, not the post office, not the carriers over mountains, not the dead pigeons cried over by women, not wild mountain monks of Magnasco, but slender, pinched figures with battered briefcases, holding the information away from themselves, with a small disgust—they have come now, and at last we can understand each other. ...