Spring 1992 • Vol. XIV No. 2 FictionApril 1, 1992 |

From through the Ivory Gate

Virginia turned her car out of the Saferstein Tower parking lot and headed down Copley Hill. She decided to drive around town. Would she be able to find her old neighborhood? She'd been too ashamed to ask Grandma Evans for directions. She could hear her exclaiming: "You mean to tell me you forgot where you come from?" Halfway down the hill she turned right onto Edgewood Avenue, skirting the southern perimeter of an appropriately woodsy municipal park. A carved signpost loomed into view, PERKINS WOODS, and in a flash she saw in her mind the corner where she used to stop on her way home from school before crossing the busy intersection, look both ways and don't run, black letters on the white metal street sign that now was white on green: "Monroe St." Here, Karen would say good-bye and turn into her white neighborhood. They walked together through most of second grade, up to this traffic light, until the day . . . How does one forget a word? Virginia could hear it as clearly a

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Pulitzer Prize winner and former U.S. Poet Laureate Rita Dove has published numerous books, most recently Sonata Mulattica and Collected Poems 1974-2004; she also edited The Penguin Anthology of Twentieth-Century American Poetry. Among her many awards are the National Medal of Arts and the National Humanities Medal. She is Commonwealth Professor of English at the University of Virginia.

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