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The Sight
My Uncle Fletcher,
Our county seer,
Bestowed his gifts
On my no-good cousin Jeff,
Who had a feeling
About nearly everything.
"That guy of hers . . ."
"Those fucking queers . . ."
He'd say, giving me the eye,
Which was the same eye
That could gaze upon
A yellow froth of newborns,
And know the cockerels
From the pullets.
Source: Poetry (December 2007).
Biography
David Orr writes the column “On Poetry” for the New York Times Book Review. His first book, Beautiful & Pointless: A Guide to Modern Poetry, will be published by HarperCollins in April.
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