Monday, December 26, 2011

Poem: a distant spo t


1


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?”


2


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

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