The Aftermath of a Broken Heart

Now, nothing seems so serious,Life feels more like a feather on asphalt and the asphalt doesn’t hurt it anymore, i. e. it’s resting place.Like Xenia once roamed St Petersburg ,we too wonder, but in our own private separate worlds.We traced the paths in the silken wheat, among the yellow shafts, Those paths that were troddenContinue reading “The Aftermath of a Broken Heart”


1. It came to me one night as I was falling asleep that I had finished with those amorous adventures to which I had long been a slave. Finished with love? my heart murmured. To which I responded that many profound discoveries awaited us, hoping, at the same time, I would not be asked toContinue reading “AN ADVENTURE, BY LOUISE GLÜCK”