In memory of Leonard Opalov
To me Latvian poets seemed quite rare,
But I knew one called Leonard Opalov.
He wrote me charming letters from The Bronx
before cancer made him change his address.
I wrote his eulogy for 'Bitterroot',
A magazine that honored Leonard's verse.
The birds of New York sing his poetry.
More than a few love Yiddish, I am told.
The title is beautiful, your heart is more beautiful, the love poets find for each other is meaningful.
A gentle disclosure of inner thoughts spilling out into a tender tribute - the birds will sing on. Really beautiful Sandra
Right and Correct tribute, with all the care and share, let the birds sings without fear, thanks for sharing
Your simple, understated delivery makes this poem particularly moving, Sandra. 'The birds of New York sing his poetry. More than a few love Yiddish, I am told.' says much - elegantly. Love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
What a wonderful thought the birds singing his poerty. beautiful.
A wonderful and most fitting tribute Sandra. Best wishes, Andrew
Hi Sandra I love this, especially the line 'The birds of New York sing his poetry'. Through reading your heartfelt words I've been searching the web for Leonard's poems. I'm intrigued to know more x
He wrote me charming letters from The Bronx before cancer made him change his address. Rachel Ann Butler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a touching tribute...through soul stirring words