Imagination's freedom to transcend the stubborn facts of "reality": you were, and still are, Ekaterina: all of this is real, and not a word of it is true: you escaped the clutches of a sadist named Bolshakov (a real name) who could not separate truth from fiction, and you came to America. ," as if to confute truth or affirm invention, in celebration of the You were from a land far away, once upon a time and upon no time at all, where stories always begin, "There was, and there was not at all. ONEĮKATERINA YOU WERE, and you were not at all. Critic Lawrence Brace said of it, "No poem in the English language has better light." The fifth section, last section, is entitled "It Was Beginning Winter," and it concludes: A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. Patriotic War, as Ekaterina was taught to call it, the fabulous American poet Theodore Roethke wrote a long poem called "The Lost Son," the conclusion to a volume of the same title. SHORTLY AFTER THE SECOND WORLD WAR, or the Great A novel by Donald Harington Copyright © 1993 by Donald Harington ISBN: 0156000474
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