There is that moment of naïve exultation
in graduating from some grade or other
of institutionalized learning, when one
celebrates finally leaving examination
behind. This impression of release is so
short-lived that it is truly remarkable
that it can be remembered, at all. On
any given day, someone is bound to con-
clude the ten or eleven-year project of
harvesting The Aeneid, and there one
will find oneself again, launched upon
the most undying quest for understanding
a man might have thought he'd escaped.
The Aeneid
translation
University of Chicago, 2017©
Salvatore Piermarini
Sicily
1978
Jean Arp
1960
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