The Meeting: A Monologue Of Elizabeth Bishop, His Translator
'I didn't know him
at all.
He's supposed
to be very shy.
I'm supposed
to be very shy.
We've met once —
on the sidewalk at night.
We had just come out
of the same restaurant,
and he kissed my hand politely
when we were introduced.'
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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