By Len Krisak
Famished, racked by thirst, their hopeless heads
Sink, lying in the solstice flower beds,
Their dog-tongue, shoe-horn petals bent to lick
Black loam. Spring suffers its climacteric.
Len Krisak translates the classics and writes his own verse. His translation of Dante’s Inferno will appear in Fall 2026. Meanwhile, he continues to strive to get his 3.6 pickleball rating up to 4.0. He is a four-time champion on Jeopardy!
