I finished my class. Today we read French baroque poets in the first course. Then, Anglo-Saxon imagists (early poems of Pound, Eliot, Williams. Their premises: name reality as it is. 2. Beauty. 3. Avoid didacticism. 4. Privilege of image, etc.). I took the subway with a student, and we talked about Plaza Venezuela. Francisco lived one year here (he is from Turmero). Here he read Baudelaire. Here his parents fell in love.
I was on my way home, and everything was quiet and lonely. On Wednesdays
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