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The Biographer and Glimpses. Robert Roth and Myrna Nieves







Photo credit: Josué Guarionex

Myrna and Robert in the garden of St. Mark's Church-in-the Bowery. They are sitting on a bench dedicated to the memory of Shulamith Firestone.





 Robert Roth

 

The Biographer

 

Immersed in the pain, 

The greatness of our long dead friend

Her biographer keeps searching

Dusty old boxes in her brother's attic

TV footage now on YouTube

Articles and books read then reread

And then there are those of us that knew her

 

“Yes I remember that time when...”

“That's not what happened...”

“In the middle of the night we had to go find  a typewriter ribbon...”

“She sat with me all night when my mother died”

“You could hear a pin drop whenever she spoke”

“Don't believe those others; I knew her best”

“She looked so forlorn standing by that lamppost...”

 

Time, memory, death

All us original sources keep dying

One more died 

just last week

 

 

 

Myrna Nieves

 

Glimpses: In response to Robert Roth's  poem 

 

 

The memory lives in the love and the shared moments

maybe not enough to subdue the pain

maybe forgotten next year, or the year after

The images in the mind and youtubes

have a strange eternity

like a figure we cannot forget

standing below a lamp post

writing in a cafe at one o' clock in the morning

wandering slowly in the rain

 

 

 


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