Two Poems

Duettino
And at my grandparents' in Migennes - such peace!
I felt I'd seen it, that frozen countryside.
Delicious tête-à-têtes!
Had met your Krakow friends.
Our annual get - together, in Lausanne
(your parents not yet quite estranged)
- no lack of wine, thank God!
Yes, and to me then, ready to find
in easy manners a responsive heart,
our times together seemed a bond.
      Now though, Pop wants a transfer, he expects
a coup. Already when I was out there
(six weeks, Paul, in which I lived),
bombs, arson, killings -
as dangerous as hunting jaguars
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