The Russian and Turkish Baths
Such a touching—in every sense—entry. And the final allusion to Cavafy’s poem beautifully reinscribes the wistfulness. TY, Rick Barot.
"Now, when you glance away for a moment, I smell my hand, like the figure in that poem, pressing the beloved’s used bloody bandage to his lips." -- what an ending!
Such a touching—in every sense—entry. And the final allusion to Cavafy’s poem beautifully reinscribes the wistfulness. TY, Rick Barot.
"Now, when you glance away for a moment, I smell my hand, like the figure in that poem, pressing the beloved’s used bloody bandage to his lips." -- what an ending!