The Gift Poem by Barry Tebb

The Gift

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We were three weeks

Into term, Sheila,

When you came

Through the classroom door;

Forty-four children

Bent over books,

Copying Roethke's

‘The Lost Son'.

You wrote your

First poem on the ‘Moses'

Of Michelangelo.

Words cut like stone.

I taught you Greek

But your painting of

‘The Essence of the Rose'

Was pure Platonic form.

You drew the masks

Of Comedy and Tragedy

In perfect harmony.

Having seen neither;

So Socrates was right.

Those who have the Spirit's gift

Will one day find the light.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 15 April 2016

Those who have the Spirit's gift Will one day find the light. this is magnificent... quoting the name of illustrated great men and women.... and finally coming to Socrates............ with a blessing...... thank you for this poem. tony

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Barry Tebb

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