Brahma
04-07-2011, 06:51 PM
In Vino Veritas
“I read a wonderful poem by Rainer Maria Rilke, today,” she said.
“Who?” He poured some more wine. “Oh, Maria Rilke. Now there was a woman. What a mind!”
“Darling …” she said.
“What a tribute to Italian womanhood!”
“Peter …”
“What?” he asked testily.
“Rilke was a man,” she said. “A German.”
“Nonsense!” he said. “Rilke was a woman. A famous woman, as it happens.”
He smiled at her.
“I’m surprised,” he said. “A woman of your education … I’d have thought you would have known that.”
“I read a wonderful poem by Rainer Maria Rilke, today,” she said.
“Who?” He poured some more wine. “Oh, Maria Rilke. Now there was a woman. What a mind!”
“Darling …” she said.
“What a tribute to Italian womanhood!”
“Peter …”
“What?” he asked testily.
“Rilke was a man,” she said. “A German.”
“Nonsense!” he said. “Rilke was a woman. A famous woman, as it happens.”
He smiled at her.
“I’m surprised,” he said. “A woman of your education … I’d have thought you would have known that.”