A staggeringly, breathtakingly, exquisitely beautiful poem.

Pierre gave me Louise Glück's "Faithful and Virtuous Night," for my birthday and we're slowly reading it to one another.

Her poems are so beautifully rendered that any description I give it will only detract from the experience of reading it.

This morning I read, alone, aloud, for a third and fourth time, "An Adventure."  There is a part, in the middle of reading 3, that I turned the page and the words that were there made me gasp.



If you're so inclined, read the poem aloud.  Read it slowly.  Read it a few times, maybe over a few days, or the course of the day.  And see if it is not among the most beautiful and true things you have ever read.

Vegan-ish.

Day #4 (or #87, who can tell?) of attempting a 95% vegan diet.

My thoughts run the lines of "Bacon, bacon, bacon. Sausage. Bacon, bacon. Steak. Honey-baked ham? Roast beef. Bacon-bacon-bacon-bacon. Bacon, bacon. Prosciutto! Prosciutto!"

Yesterday, Pierre "treated" me to a vegetable juice thing. When I say "yes" to an invitation to a fresh juice, I'm thinking of the one at 138th that tastes like a peanut-butter cream pie NOT the lukewarm one at 124th that tastes like mulch and grass leavings and not in a good way.

I came home and made some iced tea.