Reflections on memories of an electric typewriter, singing in a chorus, and the emotional depth of a poem recited by a Russian poet. The past includes vivid moments shared with friends, where genuine joy and pain intertwine. Remembrance also extends to a beloved family dog, symbolizing the fleeting nature of childhood. Nostalgia envelops various memories, showcasing life's beauty and impermanence, capturing harmony and conflict both in art and personal relationships.
I remember my voice entering the blend, the anonymous shallows clean and barely rippling, or sharing a duet with Krista, a bent harmony, our first altos meeting and crossing like a pair of notched sticks.
The great Russian poet spoke his fortieth-birthday poem for us in a small room - the one about munching the warty bread of exile, which he was doing right then at one of those institute luncheons where the intellects reeled, the writers gossiped and bloomed.
There was a genuineness. A hush and ripple of pain as the Russian language surged over us, clanging and bitter. Not a song but a cry, Ay amor!
Well, later we had a big black dog with a noble, curly snout who leapt straight up into the air - pure vertical he was, the dog of my children's childhood.
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