![]() The poems whispered in my ear the password phrase, and I memorized it behind enemy lines: There is a world. I knew almost nothing of the diverse and energetic city I lived in. I murmured their heartbreaking sylllables. The poems I loved were in French, or translated from the Chinese, Portuguese, Arabic, Sanskrit, Greek. ![]() We twenty knew by bored heart the very weave of each other's socks. A core of my classmates had been together since kindergarten. Pretty soon all twenty of us - our class - would be leaving. ![]() If I sharpened a pencil at the back of the room I could smell the baking bread and the cedar shavings from the pencil. “Outside the study hall the next fall, the fall of our senior year, the Nabisco plant baked sweet white bread twice a week. ![]()
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