Poetic Reflections: Identity, or Why I like Irish Rep's reopening most.
So there is poet and refugee Evgeny Shtorn in front of me reciting his poem "From the Confinement," a title I find ironic, given that he's speaking on the beautiful green shore of a calming Irish lake. I suppose the real irony is that I'm watching him perform while standing on the lonely midday sidewalk along 22nd Street,...
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