4604. WHEN CROATIAN BELLS

WHEN CROATIAN BELLS

When Croatian bells are ringing I shall lift up

my head from this pillow. When the Hungarian

shallots  are ready, I shall come just for the

gathering. Traveling far never bothered me.

It is what I do.

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When my father was alive, I once said to

him 'All the best people are  already dead.'

He looked at me askance. Now I find

myself in that same line.

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My God, my God, I was born alone.

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I am stuck in a rut, a small thing of small

things  -  soups and stupid vegetables, a

Winter's deep cold setting my throat both

hoarse and sour, a headache of untold

proportions. It is what I do.