Let me tell you--
So warm am I
That it is only with silence
That I do not stun you
With my human heat.
The thinnest veil
Of quietude
Shields you
From my sudden embrace,
With kisses on both cheeks.
You would then recognize me
As a displaced character
From a Chekov play
As I exclaim on your likeness
To an unusual second cousin,
Or tell you about little Sacha
Who died at nine.
My Russian roots would surface
As I look deeply into your eyes,
Your soul.
Clasping you warmly,
I would take you home with me,
Pour you dark tea
From a samovar,
Telling you my deepest thoughts.
Wanting to hear yours.
My sympathy pouring
Stronger even than the tea.
But it will never happen
Because--
I am a Lowell Girl.
Cold New England Lady by Florence Liberfarb
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