The Americanization Of The Immigrant Poem by Felix Stefanile

The Americanization Of The Immigrant



Your words, Genoveffa,
through the open window,
telling me once again what to buy at the store-
don't forget, don't forget-
aroma of fresh bread almost a halo.

That was a long time ago.
I never forgot.
Like Dante
I have pondered and pondered
the speech I was born to,
lost now, mother gone,
the whole neighborhood bull-dozed,
and no one to say it on the TV,
that words are dreams.

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Felix Stefanile

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