This is how glaze slips down
between retina and pupil, finds itself
in Warsaw getting off a train
after Vassar and the year in London
at the School of Economics.
"There were such lectures ...Shaw and Russell!
We were in the heart of it. The whole world
changing and we had to something.
You can't imagine the sad eyes of children
at the orphanage. I thought if I could just
give each one some small thing.
One boy who never spoke I brought
a mouth organ, how he played it.
Now that was music! Last month
when I was sick-what a marvelous ride.
Then for three days nothing. The past
flashes before me in such perfect detail.
Each night I'm dragged from bed and
write this down. The smell of
barracks where the children were.
What could we do? Nothing really.
Odd how I recall that one boy. He used to
hum although he never spoke and so
I thought mouth organ
...how he played it!"