Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Poem: From a distant spot


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



                             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



 never leave him alone with the

             chambermaid  warned


   your New England




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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