Mio Padre: she does the simplest acts with distinction. Unde derivatur? Mia figlia ha una grandissima ammirazione per il suo maestro inglese. The old man‘s face, handsome, flushed, with strong …

I rush out of the tobacco-shop and call her name. She turns and halts to hear my jumbled words of lessons, hours, lessons, hours: and slowly her pale cheeks are …

Papa and the girls sliding downhill, astride of a toboggan: the Grand Turk and his harem. Tightly capped and jacketted, boots laced in deft crisscross over the flesh-warmed tongue, the …

Twilight. Crossing the piazza. Grey eve lowering on wide sagegreen pasturelands, shedding silently dusk and dew. She follows her mother with ungainly grace, the mare leading her filly foal. Grey …

Padua far beyond the sea. The silent middle age, night darkness of history sleep in the Piazza delle Erbe under the moon. The city sleeps. Under the arches in the …

A flower given by her to my daughter. Frail gift, frail giver, frail blue-veined child. >>>> Giacomo Joyce 9 Giacomo Joyce 7 <<<< Editorial <<<<

A ricefield near Vercelli under creamy summer haze. The wings of her drooping hat shadow her false smile. Shadows streak her falsely smiling face, smitten by the hot creamy light, …

Rounded and ripened: rounded by the lathe of intermarriage and ripened in the forcing-house of the seclusion of her race. >>>> Giacomo Joyce 7 Giacomo Joyce 5 <<<< Editorial <<<<

She never blows her nose. A form of speech: the lesser for the greater. >>>> Giacomo Joyce 6 Giacomo Joyce 4 <<<< Editorial <<<<