Reunion – Carolyn Kizer
For more than thirty years we hadn’t met.
I remembered the bright query on your face,
That single-minded look, intense and stern,
Yet most important -how could I forget?-
Was what you taught me inadvertently (tutored by books and parents, even more By my 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.