Far from the ghetto the Bolsheviks constructed,
you have exchanged the drab worker's tunic for a
shirt with frontal buttons; the volumnous britches for a
pair of sleek "skinnies" (better looking on your slender legs);
beige, silk, semi-sheer socks replaced your ragged woolens; your
dislike of shoes---as well as old prudes and their prejudices---
continues as much in Kristianing as in that Moscow ghetto you escaped.
Here, priests freely expound the Orthodox Faith you hold; and
rabbis explicate the Judaic Faith your boy friend holds;
without the least fear of rebuke or reprisal.
Here, poets teach the skill and the art of the craft.
Here, you may love: as your desire inclines, and who
gently and delicately erects its inclination;
bodies' beauties convey their souls' conversation
with all manner of metaphysical delectation.
Starward
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