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