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Approaching Budapest (Again) by Theodora Goss City of my heart, I am flying to you at a hundred miles an hour, while below you lie dreaming, wearing the Danube like a sash around your ball gown, the one you fell … Continue reading →

St. Mary Abbots, June 13, 2025 by Theodora Goss In the nave of St. Mary Abbots, students from the Royal College of Music are playing a lunchtime concert — Schumann, Haydn, and a French composer named Milhaud, whom I’ve never … Continue reading →

Lilies of the Valley by Theodora Goss I was sitting on a bench under tall trees looking at the leaves of lilies of the valley (but they weren’t in a valley, just growing out of last year’s dried brown leaf … Continue reading →

A Stand of Birches by Theodora Goss In the evening, the white birch ladies lift their skirts by the water so elegantly, as though being presented at court to the queen herself, the pale moon, showing her face in the … Continue reading →

Pictures of Roses by Theodora Goss My camera is filled with pictures of roses displaying their blossoms in elegant poses, each sporting a mass of extravagant petals like World War II veterans proud of their medals or debutantes lounging in … Continue reading →

The Orchard by Theodora Goss I found a secret orchard at Kew, hidden away from the crowds, an orchard with only eight apple trees and me, and one magpie. It dated, the sign said, back to the time of King … Continue reading →

The Grammar of Love by Theodora Goss I love you I love you I love you goes the poem, except of course it sounds better in the language, agglutinative, inflected, of that other country, where I love you is one … Continue reading →