GORKY STREET

GORKY STREET

Dear Writer,

From Pushkin to Red Square

I walked, light of heart

On the way to the theater,

Thinking of you � here

In a dream like no other

Autumn. I am

Dressed like a bird;

Beautiful and rare.

Imagining I might fly to you

In your sweet distance

Pressing your hand in mine.

With all my love,

Your Actress

MASHA

She dedicated her life to him

Eight years � a school mistress

Never married � she was

Deeply shocked by the news

In the cold, top of the stairs.

There were discussions, confessions

Revelations and understanding.

The rehearsal was off�

Not a word about the acting.

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