Wyndham Lewis In America Poem by Richard George

Wyndham Lewis In America

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Something black touched the Tarr
who'd blasted Cab Calloway
and dallied with Adolf.

This warmth and wisdom
gave his seventh decade leaven.
His composite Cosmic Man
came to him. A Tiger Woods.

But who was it brushed
this modernist Napoleon
in exile specks of comfort?

We'll never know.
But wonder.

Monday, June 13, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: america,tiger,woods
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Richard George

Richard George

Cheltenham, U.K.
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