Les Murray: Two Poems

accused of history many decide not to know any    Les Murray   Balz’s Fosterling Sliding into bed as into a holster, Balz, of Zurich, considers the servant maid whose baby is just born. Most will call it his. Rifle in the cabinet schnapps on the bureau, the infant’s real sire dismissed to go to England. I watched her mother not go back to Ulm. So the little noble one shall keep her name with me. Be my favourite: first overcoat every winter. Berta the baby grows into an expert draper modiste and rifle shot and only against others does…

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