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The Wind Over Pasternak’s Square
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295 From the Page to the Pen The Wind Over Pasternak’s Square Todd Fredson Aren’t the leaves like women, women knotting lace in the marketplace chattering at passers-by? The passers-by reaching overhead to weigh the heft of the pears with their bared fingertips. The girl opens my nightshirt to listen but my heart is two beds down, an idea of Spring, as if I have been the wind. And if I have been the wind then there is no question. So let’s pretend that the bird has not ruptured its breast pressing the first briar of the year into its nest. Or, if I have fallen asleep against the wind, always in the act of forgiveness, then please determine this, this very particular thing that hovers over itself like a scorpion’s tail then drives itself in. Dryness concedes rain. The day nods over us—and now February begins. ...