Thank you dear Max,
this moves me twice. First because you thought it was a poem, second because
I never mourned the old blond lady because nobody told me when she died, but
I mourned her friend. I lost two precious friends who loved me, this loss is
unbearable in this moment.
Thank you again.
Anny Ballardini
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From: "cooee" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, January 25, 2005 10:50 PM
Subject: Anny's poem rescued in Melbourne
on 21/1/05 Anny Ballardini at [log in to unmask] wrote prose which
properly spaced because a poem to my ear and eye at least. Best wishes from
Max at Cooee, Melbourne
Annyıs Verse Epistle
[21 January 2005]
I had a friend who was
the student of James Joyce
when he was
down there in Trieste,
a most sweet lady
who was well blind but still
incredibly beautiful
with her well-combed hair
and came to see me at the library
with her other friend
who led her all the way down
on the snow and the ice.
This is the little
I have to tell you.
Take care, Anny
[Ballardini]
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