At the Harvard Club

Poems Dedicated to CK Williams (1936-2015) At the Harvard Club At the Harvard Club, as you read, two well-monied Newton ladies examined you as if you were a prize Sheltie. One said, “His lines are so long.” The other said, “I don’t understand his poems, but he’s so handsome.” I wanted to say, “His lines look like him. Long, sleek, careful curly beard and self-referring. Think Virgil in hell.” The ladies went right up to you after you finished to get your autograph. I snuck out for air because I had trouble breathing you every time.