Tanka
At least a century
has passed since our last summer
when, in her embrace,
time raced mercilessly and
weeks vanished in a moment.
–Michael Boiano
Haiku
I recall afternoons
spent sketching her as she gazed
out the window, away
– Michael Boiano
“Never, dear one, did we speak of it. Everything was said in glances, half-spoken phrases. How could I have said to you what I was scarcely able to think…”
— Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays (tr. Jan van Heurck)
