Summer 1992 • Vol. XIV No. 3 PoetryJuly 1, 1992 |

Reading Hemingway

Reading Hemingway makes me so hungry, for jambon, cheeses, and a dry white wine. Cold, of course, very cold. And very dry. Reading Hemingway makes some folks angry: the hip drinking, the bitter pantomime. But reading Hemingway makes me hungry for the good life, the sun, the fish, the sky: blue air, whitewater, dinner on the line . . . Had it down cold, he did. And dry. Real dry. But Papa had it all, the brio, the brie: clear-eyed, tight-lipped, advancing on a stein . . . Reading Hemingway makes me so hungry, I'd knock down Monsieur Stevens, too, if I drank too much retsina before we dined. (Too old, that man, and way too cold. And dry enough to rub one's famished nerves awry, kept talking past the kitchen's closing time!) Reading Hemingway makes me so hungry . . . And cold, of course. So cold. And very dry.

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