Held in His Lesser Hand

Mephistopheles and Faustus had been eating roast duck
With pancakes and scallions in a Chinese restaurant
In Midtown, and after dinner, they’d gone for a walk

Translated by Michael M. Naydan   You always approached this with suspicion Mary But here the udder of his heart flows with the milk of pain And you  sitting beside him there all night in the wind and rain feel how your skin becomes burned with the rust of doubt You carefully look at the

The whole neighbourhood aghast—to find the tour

bus of Bill Monroe and his Blue Grass Boys