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Reunion

Written by: Carolyn Kizer | Biography
 For more than thirty years we hadn't met.
I remembered the bright query of your face, That single-minded look,intense and stern, Yet most important -how could I forget?- Was what your taught me inadvertantly (tutored by books and parents, even more By my own awe at what was yet to learn): The finest intellect can be a bore.
At this, perhaps our final interview, Still luminous with your passion to instruct, You speak to that recalcitrant pupil who Inhaled the chalk-dust of your rhetoric.
I nod, I sip my wine, I praise your view, Grateful, my dear, that I escaped from you.



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