Poem
Kay Ryan
FELIX CROW
FELIX CROW
FELIX CROW
Crow schoolis basic and
short as a rule—
just the rudiments
of quid pro crow
for most students.
Then each lives out
his unenlightened
span, adding his
bit of blight
to the collected
history of pushing out
the sweeter species;
briefly swaggering the
swagger of his
aggravating ancestors
down my street.
And every time
I like him
when we meet.
© 2004, Kay Ryan
From: Poetry, Vol. 185, No. 2, November
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
From: Poetry, Vol. 185, No. 2, November
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
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FELIX CROW
Crow schoolis basic and
short as a rule—
just the rudiments
of quid pro crow
for most students.
Then each lives out
his unenlightened
span, adding his
bit of blight
to the collected
history of pushing out
the sweeter species;
briefly swaggering the
swagger of his
aggravating ancestors
down my street.
And every time
I like him
when we meet.
From: Poetry, Vol. 185, No. 2, November
FELIX CROW
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