Torsade Literary Space Bride to Be (part five)
Bride to Be (part five) Alderic. Do I not know the name? Is he that man Tills yon spit of land, so thin and barren Trades in horses… Have a care, young daughter. Vestal to a carven goddess These our conquerors will have you cloistered There your nose may humbly point, […]
Bride to Be (part four)
Bride to Be (four) But you say a riddle. Well, I know but little, I am ashamed I have seen twenty winters, nearly…and My father and my brothers buried Where I cannot pray upon their tomb Lady Tamarilde, how…? His ways grew with these falterings Dear to me, confiding and unsure […]
Bride to Be (part three)
Bride to Be (three) Why, he said to me When guests arrive and all the household Join the feast And the women, those unplighted, keep them to their couch, apart You with your eyes demure Sipping long from a single cup Watching, under lashes, mantling Changeable, like the leaves Lifted to […]
Of Cats and Birds (non-fiction)
Readers, I wrote the essay below a couple of years ago, in response to the thinly supported “science” that is routinely trotted out when the subject of bird losses comes back into the news. Recently we’ve been hearing that 1/4 of the bird population is gone, which didn’t happen overnight. And we haven’t been […]
Baron Haussmann’s story about George Sand (conclusion)
From Mémoires de baron Haussmann, 1890 (conclusion) I had taken care to forewarn the Lieutenant of the Gendarmerie, and upon our return to the Sous-Préfecture, we found him ready to leave with a brigade. The expedition was put in motion without delay, and in good order, thanks to the post-chaise […]
Bride to Be (part two)
Bride to Be (two) I was for solitude and a certain path That crossed a bridge so narrow Here where the men stood off In disobedience I spurred my mount Daughter, you have seen it for yourself How rare this treasure is To be alone In my father’s household dwelt […]
Baron Haussmann’s story about George Sand (part one)
From Mémoires de baron Haussmann, 1890 George Sand at Nérac Before I speak of what came next, I must tell a rather curious episode that arose during the last days of my life as a youth. I had been presented by M. le Marquis de Lusignan, […]