Tuesday, April 03, 2007

hearing that name

Today's Pastan poem is Maiden Name. Extracts:
My daughter's teacher is named
Olenik — my maiden name,
and I haven't used Olenik in fifty years.
But hearing that name spill out again so casually
from my daughter's shapely Olenik mouth
is like waking up after a too long sleep
and having to rub the syllables from my eyes.

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