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Gregory Maguire

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Les Sangliers
04/28/2026 14:58h
Once, we were coming back From a fête votive in Goudargues When, sticky with pink barbe à papa, And queasy because The hairpinning road through St Marcel de Careiret Resembled the crazy-maze passage of our caroming bumper car, We were met by a stream of sangliers— Wild boars — Dashing across the D9 near the Forêt de Cavillargues. They pelted in a single ribbon, as I recall, So how could we even tell what they were, How distinguish that ruche of  shadow and wind From any other ghost of  the district? That year I came across A theory about the suffix –argues That trails behind village names all around here. (Vallérargues, St André d’Olérargues, Goussargues, Foussargues.) It may refer to an area of  land Given to Roman soldiers after service in North Africa By the praetor in Nîmes. Cavillargues. The acres of Cavillus, perhaps. The hairy pigs had emigrated, perhaps from the Caucasus, And no doubt had settled the Val de Tave long before Cavillus Arrived to begin gentrification. He wandered from the marble steps of the Maison Carrée, Perhaps having paid obeisance to Roman gods and governors, Perhaps uncertain from an encounter with the local plonk, And les sangliers came out to give him a thrill, And to tell him that this is not yet the Forêt de Cavillargues you can’t run through it as if you were a ground-level mistral with your feet like bound clumps of asparagus and your eyes on the Perseid meteor showers all roads lead to Rome except ours
Counsel
04/28/2026 14:58h
But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart. A strategy of continence, avoidance, mule-headedness, and hope. The next assassin, brush fire, or virus swerves this way, head-on collision; We see it coming and can’t divert — the path too crowded with pilgrims. By the side of the road to Calvary blooms a mustard bush. It never means to do anything but propagate. It sees the centuries winnow themselves in and out, And hears itself appropriated for a parable. It keeps all these things, and ponders them in its heart While casting savior seeds generation after generation.

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