Elaine Feinstein is a poet and novelist. Her Selected Poems came out from Carcanet in 1994.
It was February in Provence and the local market sold goat’s cheese wrapped in chestnut leaves and thick, painted pottery. The stalls of dark check shirts were the kind you used to wear, and we began to see you: burly, bearded, handsome as Holbein’s Wyatt, looking into the eyes of a girl or jumping up from the brasserie table to buy truffles from a street vendor.
We stayed with...
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