{"id":21831,"date":"2019-09-23T09:47:16","date_gmt":"2019-09-23T13:47:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/?p=21831"},"modified":"2019-09-23T09:48:54","modified_gmt":"2019-09-23T13:48:54","slug":"for-irina","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/?p=21831","title":{"rendered":"for Irina"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Little Irina Antonovna, six,<br>Took it upon herself to write to her aunt,<br>Laboriously addressing it to:<br>\"Region of Petrograd, Max Heltz factory.\"<br><br>Why did she write this letter? Well, her father:<br>Ten years in the camps for being a scholar,<br>Dead by now. Her mother: dead. Neighborhood:<br>Wall fragments, smoke, equipment shards, Nazi bombs.<br>Grandfather: died of rickets while walking<br>Irina to safety. Grandmother: same.<br><br>The letter worked; Irina lived. Married<br>Dmitri, who never asked her opinions,<br>But did write Number Nine for her and maybe<br>Heard her when he wrote the gentle cello drone<br>That supports the opening. Or the polka--<br>Why couldn't that frenzied part be Irina?<br>Why assume she was always soft, helpful?<br><br>A young, diverse American quartet<br>Exhumes Dmitri and Irina for us,<br>His black notes crisp on their iPads, their bows<br>Vibrating like cicadas, their eyes flashing<br>Recognition, assent: one to the other.<br><br>They are pillowed in layers of safety.<br>A clean, bright stage, a tidy concert hall,<br>An audience that has heard it before<br>And knows just when to leap up for applause:<br>White-haired burghers of this college and town.<br><br>Irina's professor father would have fit<br>Right in, if he hadn't been starved or shot.<br>Little Irina would have liked to hide<br>Beneath that concert grand, so solidly framed.<br>A campus cop waits, unworried, outside.<br><br>This place is not real. What's real is in the notes.<br>They know starvation, midnight knocks on doors,<br>Cities murdered from the sky, orphans' fears,<br>They know, too, the terrors of the audience,<br>Shrunken in their seats, nervous to drive home.<br><br>Phones still ring with sad news; death sentences<br>Come in biopsy results. And beyond this room<br>A billion new Irinas plead to be spared.<br><\/pre>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">See Stephen Harris, &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.quartets.de\/compositions\/ssq09.html\">Quartet Number Nine<\/a>,&#8221; &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.alexandrebrussilovsky.com\/es\/revista\/interview-for-alexandre-brussilovsky.html\">Interview of Irina Shostakovich by Alexandre Brussilovsky<\/a>,&#8221; and also &#8220;<a href=\"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/?p=15735\">voices<\/a>,&#8221; and &#8220;<a href=\"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/?p=11183\">a poem should<\/a>.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Little Irina Antonovna, six,Took it upon herself to write to her aunt,Laboriously addressing it to:&#8221;Region of Petrograd, Max Heltz factory.&#8221;Why did she write this letter? Well, her father:Ten years in the camps for being a scholar,Dead by now. Her mother: dead. Neighborhood:Wall fragments, smoke, equipment shards, Nazi bombs.Grandfather: died of rickets while walkingIrina to safety. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,16],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21831","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-verse-and-worse"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21831","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=21831"}],"version-history":[{"count":14,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21831\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21849,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21831\/revisions\/21849"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=21831"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=21831"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=21831"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}