Poet: Frank Bidart
Poem: Homo Faber
Year: Published/Written in 1997
Poem of the Day:
Oct 27 2012
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I know a Man:
I know a man who every morning walks
Into the café in neighborhood and never stalks,
For he comes in and out as a shadow unseen
And I observe and admire, a light breath, serene;
He never talks or sits or has company,
And never throws a wink or grin to me,
He slips a silver coin or so it seems,
Onto the counter as the barmaid deems
His pure black coffee and presses it down,
A ritual as he measures the frown
And then his coffee he carries out again,
Be it nice weather or wind or rain;
And I his posture stalk and admire
His cup of coffee, his fag and the fire
As he’s outside in peace and alone
And then he goes and I stay alone.
Altair Laahad (All Rights Reserved)
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