Ernest Hemingway Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ernest Hemingway

Yesterday I met them,
-a simple incident
-they had a ‘Garage Sale'

As always I searched for
-the books, arts, glassware
-as well as chinaware

Saw few Russian books
-so spoke in the same language
-they were Jews and Russians

The books are nothing but
-virgins and left untouched
-therefore why?

Among them Hemingway's
-"True at first light"
-and Monroe's, and others'
-I purchased six of them, two dollars
-Two champagne glasses for free
-can't gather the logos and markings

In the car and later…
-reading parts of each book
-I thought if I might, could
-be any of writers

I cannot…

Things have changed
-there is no second war
-matador is no more a hero
-jungles are emptied of prey…

How can I find any footstep?
-not even the Monroe's
- (where I went and I saw!)
-no Russian escapes the Soviet Union
-shah no more, officer won't commit suicide
-if ever I try to copy, will be crow copying partridge