by David Solway
From The Atlantic Monthly, January 1981
She plays a curious game;
unexpectedly will strike
from any quarter in a storm
of near-perpetual check and yet at the end expose
a too-long forgotten king
or for no good reason lose
her queen, quite as confusing
as confused. Does her better
nature gain the upper hand,
the inveterate sweetness there,
incapacity to reprimand?
which makes for dubious chess
but an indulgent parent.
I might have wished it otherwise:
better chess; less lenient
domingo, 15 de julio de 2007
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