{"id":13298,"date":"2020-12-11T10:10:59","date_gmt":"2020-12-11T08:10:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13298"},"modified":"2020-12-16T10:14:33","modified_gmt":"2020-12-16T08:14:33","slug":"poems-by-john-grey-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13298","title":{"rendered":"poems by John Grey"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>History Repeats<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I sat out on the sun deck<br \/>\nwatching history repeat itself.<br \/>\nMy next-door neighbor left for work.<br \/>\nHis kids headed off to the school bus stop.<!--more--><br \/>\nThe mailman came by.<br \/>\nThe retired guy across the street<br \/>\nreported to his rose garden.<br \/>\nThe woman from one street over<br \/>\nstrutted past in her jogging outfit.<br \/>\nMrs. Sharpe was yanked down the sidewalk,<br \/>\nby her German shepherd.<br \/>\nMeanwhile, in the outside world,<br \/>\ntalks broke down,<br \/>\na politician was indicted,<br \/>\na sports hero was caught cheating,<br \/>\na suicide bomber blew up<br \/>\na Middle East marketplace.<br \/>\nI saw none of that<br \/>\nbut it felt as if I did.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Russian Bride<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Olga wasn&#8217;t the same<br \/>\nas in the photograph,<br \/>\nmuch older and plumper,<br \/>\nbut Tom loves her anyway.<\/p>\n<p>She came from Russia.<br \/>\nWhat choice did he have?<br \/>\nShe minds his house<br \/>\nwhile he tends to his cattle.<\/p>\n<p>Her English is minimal<br \/>\nbut she can cook<br \/>\nand not just beef stroganoff.<br \/>\nBesides, her full-bodied hugs<\/p>\n<p>are welcome after<br \/>\na hot and tiring day.<br \/>\nBut she is a mystery to all others.<br \/>\nThe accent, the shyness,<\/p>\n<p>they all play their part.<br \/>\nHe&#8217;s older than her by fifteen years<br \/>\nBut to the prospect of a better life,<br \/>\ncompanionship, that&#8217;s nothing.<\/p>\n<p>Some other lonely bachelors<br \/>\nconsidered sending for<br \/>\ntheir own &#8220;Ruskie bride&#8221;<br \/>\nbut they never did.<\/p>\n<p>Only Tom was brave enough<br \/>\nto take that step.<br \/>\nHe&#8217;d never admit he was desperate.<br \/>\nJust lonely. And Olga was the same.<\/p>\n<p>No one ever called them<br \/>\nthe perfect couple.<br \/>\nBut, as compromises go,<br \/>\nthey are matchless.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Immigrant<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>This is the city where you will be living for the next thirty years.<br \/>\nMeditative immigrant, take a good look around.<br \/>\nFold your arms if you must, admire the brown brickwork of the courts,<br \/>\nthe neo-classical state house on Smith Hill.<br \/>\nRegular breaths are fine. The history will come to you in time.<br \/>\nConfusion at local customs is acceptable.<br \/>\nJust don&#8217;t immediately dismiss them with a skeptical frown.<br \/>\nThe distance you&#8217;ve come is dwarfed by all the labor<br \/>\nthat went into making this place exactly as you see it.<br \/>\nMuch is remnants from a bygone industrial age.<br \/>\nBut there&#8217;s charms to be had. May you find them.<br \/>\nA brown river winds in and out of the concrete.<br \/>\nPigeons seek comfort in the parks, on statues.<br \/>\nAnd yes there are steep streets, cafes, and panhandlers.<br \/>\nAnd people like you from many other continents.<br \/>\nVisit different neighborhoods. It&#8217;s not what you<br \/>\nwere taught in school. Indeed, if you were ever taught anything.<br \/>\nMaybe you&#8217;ll get a good job. Or an even better wife.<br \/>\nInitially inspired by abstractions, you&#8217;ll settle on the reality.<br \/>\nYou are still the one your mother gave birth to.<br \/>\nBut in another country, that&#8217;s all.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>History Repeats &nbsp; I sat out on the sun deck watching history repeat itself. My next-door neighbor left for work. 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