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SIMONmeetsthepoetattheInternationalArrivalsBuilding,holdingonehandbehindhim.Thenine-hourFinnairflightfromHelsinkihasbeenex?hausting,butshehasmetA,B,C,andD！！Russianpoetssofabulouslygiftedthatnoneofthemhasbeenallowedtopublishsomuchasaweatherreport."Thatsterrific,"hesays."Youlookbeautiful.""TheyallspeakEnglish,"shesays,"thishalf-misunderstoodEnglishwhichisthreetimesasgoodasregularEnglish."Shenoticesthatheisholdingsomethingbe?hindhisback."Whatsthat?"Heproducesalarge,nakedsteak,asteakbigasaSundayTimes.Sheisem?barrassedandpopsthesteakintohercanvascarryall."Idontgetyourmetaphor,"shesaysinthecab."Isithunger?"
Shesright,itishunger.Donttellher.
Theysitinherkitchen."Theburningbarnsinyourpoems,"hesays,"whysomany?Isntthatalittlerepetitive?""Myburningbarns,"shesays,"mysplendidburningbarns,IllburnasmanybarnsasIdamnplease,Pappy."Heisolderthansheis,bytenyears,andshehasgivenhimthisnotaltogetherwelcomenickname.Shelooksabsolutelystunning,ablackthree-quarter-lengthskirtembossedwithblackbirdfigures,aknittedsleevelessjacket,ayellowlong-sleevedblouse,aredascot."Seriously,doyouthinktherearetoomany?Barns?"Itsthefirsttimeshehasaskedhisopinionaboutanythingconnectedwithherwork."Iwashalfteasing,"hesays."Buttheydidburn,"shesays."EveryoneIveeverknown.""Simonsays,"Simonsays,"Simonneedsabeer."SherisesandmovestofetchaSt.PauliGirlfromtherefrigerator.
Thepoetlivesinthecountry,inanoldPutnamCountyfarmhousethatshehasnottouchedexcepttopaintthewallspaleblue.Shehaspaintedovertheoldwallpaper,andthewallspuffandwrinkleinplaces.Thefurnitureisjunkgoldenoak,onepiecetoaroomexceptinthekitchen,wherethereisatableandtwomis?matchedchairs."ThisoneisBiedermeier,"thepoetsays,"frommymother,andtheother,thepotato-chipjobbie,isEames,frommyfather.Thattellyouany?thing?"
SimontakesthetrainfromGrandCentraltoPut?namCounty.Hedoesntlikethetrain,almostalwaysinmiserablerepairandwithoutairconditioning,andhehateschangingatCroton,therushfromraintoanothermorelikeastampedethananythingelse,buttheviewsofthestatelyHudsonfromthediscoloredwindowsarewonderful,andwhenhealightsatGarri?sonattheendofthistripsheissittingonthehoodofhercircus-redToyotapickup,drinkingapplejuicefromapapercup.
Thepoetsingstohim:
Row,row,rowyourbed
Gentlydownthestream
THEprofessionalwhistlerswifecallsandsaysthatiftheresidentbitchesandtartsdontkeeptheirhandsoffherhusbandshewillcauseatragichap?penstance.
"Soundedalittlepissed,"Annesays.
"Thesehousewives,"saysVeronica,"Iguessyoucantblamethemtheydonthavethelatitude."
Doresays,"Lethercomearound,herassisgrass."
"Simonispassive."
"Idontthinkhessopassivehegraspsyouverytightly.Ithinkthequalityoftheembraceisimportant."
"Ithinkhesmoreactivethanpassive.Imstillsore.Idontcallthatpassive."
"Hesatastrangeplaceinhislife."
"Yourelikeoneofthosepeoplewhohavetinylittleinsightsofnoconsequence."
"Thehellyousay."
"Yourelikeoneofthosepeoplewhohaveweirdfig?urativegrowthsontheirmindsthatcomeoutindismalexfoliations."
"Yourefunninme."
"Yourelikeoneofthosepeoplewhodontknowtheirassfromtheirelbow."
"Welltheresnoneedtobevulgar."
"Yesthereis."
"Whosays?"
"Isay."
"Welltheresnoneedtobevulgar."
"Youwantone?"
"Onewhat?"
"Bang."
"Whatsitgotonit?"
"Spr
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