Apr/May 2018 Poetry |
Found: in ABQ – studio art jewelry by Jessica deGruyter
Dinner with Zukovsky
It was 1963. Paul invited his friend Dave
and Dave invited me, his then girlfriend.The dinner in a Manhattan brownstone
with father and mother, was private;no others present. Tongue-tied I
merely listened. Knew nothing of hiswork and less of Catullus. Didn't know
Celia had written the genders, cases,and meanings word-for-word
below the Latin lines. Learnedthat Catullus was bawdy, but couldn't
discern why Celia had hung such darkink-blue and white drapes, so different
from what Mother would have chosen.