Nash, Edith / Practice the here and now: selected writings of Edith Nash
The words, p. 8
The Words Someday I will remember it all It will all belong to me again The sleeping porch, the two quilts sewed together The little colored dots Swirling in the air The bed-full of stuffed animals The wooden spade and knife and gun That I hid in the forest at Neebish So I could play my very own house The Ojibwe family coming downwind With a pink sail Bringing blueberries The boy named Louis He said good-bye to his grandfather in French before he died "Dormez bien, grand père," he said On the way home from school A little girl yelled at me "You dirty Jew" I sat on my mother's lap And cried and cried It was on the landing Next to her desk, outside my parents' stormy bedroom She told me I was Jewish Whatever could that be? All the people at my house Were in some kind of rage So I thought it best to absent myself And watch the verbs on the page Transform themselves into nouns.
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