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| Tending the Past Judith Harway |
For Chaie Wrap your feet in rags. Come stravaging home down a lane between potato fields as daylight waters down to dusk and hearthstones stir with fire. Take off your shawl. Bend to your stitchery by candlelight, pretending not to laugh at your brothers singing Etel Betel's tochter und Chaim Yankel's zohn. Unpin your hair and brush it to your waist at bedtime. It is better not remembering some names, some times: just drop them like a glove, their loss unnoted in the mystery of how this world rolls over us. Rolled in the same old quilt wake up a million miles away from Meskaporichi. Though home is all you see, even with closed eyes, bend to your stitchery until the whistle sounds then shuffle out into grey streets where lamps already glow. Walk slowly in your flowered shawl and listen past the cartwheels' clatter, shouts and horns, the streetcars' racket down the Bowery for a voice as gentle as your father's was then take a man from home and love him well. Take his name, although its syllables pile up like fallen chimney stones. Brush out your hair and sow the rugs of your apartment with hairpins and tears. Wrap your son in songs you carried from the shtetl, feeding him on things kept to yourself no one can make you tell. |
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