“And this man with whom I am comfortable kayaks in the summer all over the world, in Alaska, the Aleutians, where Inuits since the Ice Age have hunted whales the size of submarines. And he has married a woman from Ohio, whom he loves smoothly, almost silently, more than he can say, even loving her name, Edith, a name that doesn’t sit well among popular women’s names, a name she herself doesn’t like, but one that he loves just because it is her name. I tell him he is the only man I know who can have his kayak and Edith too.” John Hodgen, Poetry Daily

Comment