This poem is taken from PN Review 114, Volume 23 Number 4, March - April 1997.
Four PoemsChildbirth, 1943
In memory of my grandmother, Lillian
Greenbaum
1
July. The darkness hints
at the edges of counters, the kitchen
Warm with the smell of a summer storm.
The grown-ups talk in low voices.
The young girl's father sits near the window
watching drops of rain arrange
themselves along the glass.
2
December.
The snow
begins
to build.
The girl
takes a handful
and moulds it
...
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