She writes, "Fumy
, spiritous mists inhabit this place / Separated from my house by a row of headstones" and describes the moon as having "a face in its own right, / White as a knuckle and terribly upset." She claims that the moon "drags the sea after it like a dark crime," and adds that it wears an "O-gape of complete despair." Admitting that she herself has "fallen a long way," she yearns for "tenderness" and, apparently, sympathy, but she can only complain that "The moon sees nothing of this.
But deadline was met, and the wine was rich and fumy
. I held the glass loosely at the stem, letting it tilt and swirl while I reminisced about this year's Good Friday liturgy -- its stark beauty, its deep emotional power.
I would sometimes awake to see the great writer in his underwear, warming his backside in the glow of his hazardously fumy