Louis Simpson Poems
- Working Late A light is on in my father's study. "Still...
- Carentan O Carentan Trees in the old days used to stand And ...
- Honeymoon Uncle Bob prayed over the groom: "Let him ...
- Chocolates Once some people were visiting Chekhov. While ...
- American Poetry Whatever it is, it must have A stomach that ...
- Apart (Les Separes) Do not write. I am sad, and want my light...
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A light is on in my father's study.
"Still up?" he says, and we are silent,
looking at the harbor lights,
listening to the surf
and the creak of coconut boughs.
He is working late on cases.
No impassioned speech! He argues from evidence,
actually pacing out and measuring,
while the fans revolving on the ceiling
winnow the true from the false.
Once he passed a brass curtain rod
through a head made out of plaster
and showed the jury the angle of fire--
where the murderer must have stood.
For years, all through my childhood,
if I ...