Procrastination has been crowned a ruling passion in my life at present. I assume my Deronda paper is kicking around in the back of my mind, while I research more independence days and dream of travel and learning new languages. Petra, for instance. Who doesn't want to go to Petra?

And, knitting. My America blanket will probably be quite large. I’m learning new patterns, too.

I’m in the middle of the April issue of Poetry—it’s a translation special. I’ve found a few journals that are dedicated to work in translation recently, and then there’s this issue of Poetry. I plan to write something about it when I’m finished, but I’m loving it at the moment. There is so much happening in it. The translations aren’t all modern poets—unless Ovid is still hanging out somewhere between Rome and Tomis. But that doesn’t matter. It’s been a while since I read any journal cover to cover, but it looks like that’s what I’ll be doing with this issue of Poetry. How exciting!