Archangel
Years ago, the famous Russian poet came here to give a lecture at the
university. A longtime reader of his work, I was excited to be accompany-
ing my professor husband on this special evening. As he spoke, I could
see the motherland he still loved in exile, her immense forests and rivers,
the vibrant life of the cities. And when he looked straight at me in the full
auditorium, I knew for a certainty that if he had lifted a finger, I would
have followed him anywhere. I would have abandoned my husband and
child and started a new life, without regrets. So powerful the magnetism
between us, for an instant. Such a thing happens to you only once. Tak,
that’s it.
shaking his hand—
all my words
snowdrops |
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