The newspaper tells me you were a noble soul <br />The internet much less kind <br />If the print reportage is true I have a debt to you <br />In the granting of hope to one who is obscure. <br />When I read you left the mighty <br />To visit your aged nanny <br />I knew I loved you <br />Who thought a hundred years not too much <br />To be discovered, citing Stendhal's 'Le Rouge et le Noir.' <br />The poverty of my undergraduate years shows <br />Our wonderful world literature professor never mentioned you <br />Although in fairness you were in the wrong hemisphere <br />And the Mexican students were not massacred until 1968, <br />I guess I have always had a thing for long distance runners <br />Even when death has sealed their race.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-carlos-fuentes/
