Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Poem: From a distant spot


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blue arched in yellow

        the gaslight sputtered in the night

              a girl pressed her cheek to Dostoyevsky’s

                 Poor People

                         and wept

 

and at so many anarchist meetings

       in Stelton

           you’d nod off among

                     rows of would-be

                             educators

 

                             will she sleep on the back bench?”

 

                                                     


one night some Italian cobblers

       at work under the eaves

            blew the roofOFF


a man stood naked among pigeons

    and the ruins

  

           and stared out

 

your father

        spirited him to Philadelphia

 

                     and you went off to college

                            first MARRIEDRADCLIFFE

                                   UNDERGRAD

                          

 never leave him alone with the

             chambermaid  warned

 

   your New England

                                       

                                                      3

 

summer afternoons

               I hit against Pete Taggard

                 who had a live fastball

                        on the old racecourse by our

 

mornings, on your advice,

                 read Dostoyevsky, Turgenev and Chekhov

 

                 while you ran for School Committee

                            in our town – “But after all, Jews

                                 can’t live in Greenwich”

                                          by the Connecticut sound

 

you who taught your children how to read

       but told no childhood tales

             for all the world was Westport


                   blown from a distant spot


*This blog program double spaces lines that should be single spaced and I do not know how to correct it. 

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