Last night I watched Antony Borudain in Montana. He delved into the need for white natives to cliam the land and the fishing streams for themselves and their brood. Rena included such a Deed in her letter to me, throwing in her husband’s cattle. https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x5lauj0
Robert Graves has been like a companion in my long lonely study. His ‘I Claudius’ is looking through my family album reciting tales of treacherous women. That my muse, Rena Easton, becomes a sacred vessel of poetry with a memory that exceeds the common needs of her fellow human beings she shies away from, completes the cosmology that has had a powerful influence on Western Civilization that recently has put in the same cauldron, Mary the wife of Jesus, King Arthur, and the Holy Grail.
Not once does Rena mention her mother’s name. If we had wed, then she would be in family tree of Mary Magdalene Rosamond, her husband Royal, and their daughter, Rosemary. Her sister-in-law would have been the famous artist ‘Rosamond’. It is hard to think how creative our union would have been, and could be now. But, this is just as it should be.
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