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Two Poems

Alwyn Karpin

Oct 01 2012

1 mins

Apprenticeship

My father saw,

by chance,

in a shop window,

a chest of drawers

he’d made

as an apprentice cabinet maker,

in a trade he’d long ago

put behind him;

he didn’t buy it,

and was puzzled

by my interest;

I got some idea

of how deeply

he detested his history.

Understanding (Re T. J. M.)

Talking to an old mentor,

much loved, now dead,

mentor in intellectual manners,

not poetry, he said,

of a piece of modern poetry

we used to quote

to each other,

and which enlivened

our days,

I don’t understand it,

not altogether,

but that doesn’t matter,

from which I knew instantly

he understood it well and

at the most important level.

 


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