Joseph Conrad
As a child you lost your parents and family wealth
by the decree of the Russian Tsar.
You barely remembered your mother teaching you French.
You were noble, aristocratic Polish child.
Your father Apollo, a poet and a writer,
was your first teacher of English.
He composed a poem to commemorate your birth.
Accepting truth you reconciled tragic past.
In youth you went sailing on the merchant ships
and became philosophical man,
learned in distant adventures,
searching for life with a moral sense.
You always despised the lie
in every day life,
distant and metaphysical –
in your rhythmic, poetic prose.
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