In the middle, not only in the middle of the way
but all the way, in a dark wood, in a bramble,
On the edge of a grimpen, where is no secure foothold,
And menaced by monsters, fancy lights,
Risking enchantment. Do not let me hear
Of the wisdom of old men, but rather of their folly,

Jeannie Emmanuelle and me
My wife and Mr. Sabbagh’s Italian translator
On his yacht sailing where
We would have seen a Persian fleet
Assembling before defeat
While the Acropolis burned
Clearing way for the Parthenon