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I'm mighty glad to see you Mrs Curtis	A
And thank you very kindly for this visit	B
Especially now when all the others here	C
Are having holiday visitors and I feel	D
A little conspicuous and in the way	E
It's mainly because of Thanksgiving All these mothers	F
And wives and husbands gaze at me soulfully	D
And feel they should break up their box of chocolates	G
For a donation or hand me a chunk of fruitcake	H
What they don't understand and never guess	I
Is that it's better for me without a family	D
It's a great blessing Though I mean no harm	J
And as for visitors why I have you	K
All cheerful brisk and punctual every Sunday	E
Like church even if the aisles smell of phenol	D
And you always bring even better gifts than any	D
On your book trolley Though they mean only good	L
Families can become a sort of burden	M
I've only got my father and he won't come	N
Poor man because it would be too much for him	O
And for me too so it's best the way it is	P
He knows you see that I will predecease him	O
Which is hard enough It would take a callous man	Q
To come and stand around and watch me failing	R
Now don't you fuss we both know the plain facts	S
But for him it's even harder He loved my mother	T
They say she looked like me I suppose she may have	U
Or rather as I grew older I came to look	V
More and more like she must one time have looked	W
And so the prospect for my father now	X
Of losing me is like having to lose her twice	Y
I know he frets about me Dr Frazer	T
Tells me he phones in every single day	E
Hoping that things will take a turn for the better	T
But with leukemia things don't improve	Z
It's like a sort of blizzard in the bloodstream	A2
A deep severe unseasonable winter	T
Burying everything The white blood cells	B2
Multiply crazily and storm around	C2
Out of control The chemotherapy	D
Hasn't helped much and it makes my hair fall out	D2
I know I look a sight but I don't care	E2
I care about fewer things I'm more selective	F2
It's got so I can't even bring myself	G2
To read through any of your books these days	H2
It's partly weariness and partly the fact	I2
That I seem not to care much about the endings	J2
How things work out or whether they even do	K
What I do instead is sit here by this window	K2
And look out at the trees across the way	E
You wouldn't think that was much but let me tell you	K
It keeps me quite intent and occupied	L2
Now all the leaves are down you can see the spare	E2
Delicate structures of the sycamores	J2
The fine articulation of the beeches	J2
I have sat here for days studying them	M2
And I have only just begun to see	J2
What it is that they resemble One by one	M
They stand there like magnificent enlargements	J2
Of the vascular system of the human brain	N2
I see them there like huge discarnate minds	J2
Lost in their meditative silences	J2
The trunks branches and twigs compose the vessels	J2
That feed and nourish vast immortal thoughts	J2
So I've assigned them names There near the path	O2
Is the great brain of Beethoven and Kepler	T
Haunts the wide spaces of that mountain ash	P2
This view you see has become my Hall of Fame	Q2
It came to me one day when I remembered	R2
Mary Beth Finley who used to play with me	J2
When we were girls One year her parents gave her	T
A birthday toy called The Transparent Man	Q
It was made of plastic with different colored organs	J2
And the circulatory system all mapped out	D2
In rivers of red and blue She'd ask me over	T
And the two of us would sit and study him	O
Together and do a powerful lot of giggling	R
I figure he's most likely the only man	Q
Either of us would ever get to know	K2
Intimately because Mary Beth became	Q2
A Sister of Mercy when she was old enough	S2
She must be thirty one she was a year	T2
Older than I and about four inches taller	T
I used to envy both those advantages	J2
Back in those days Anyway I was struck	U2
Right from the start by the sea weed intricacy	J2
The fine haired silken threaded filiations	J2
That wove like Belgian lace throughout the head	V2
But this last week it seems I have found myself	G2
Looking beyond or through individual trees	J2
At the dense clustered woodland just behind them	M2
Where those great nameless crowds patiently stand	W2
It's become a sort of complex ultimate puzzle	D
And keeps me fascinated My eyes are twenty twenty	J2
Or used to be but of course I can't unravel	D
The tousled snarl of intersecting limbs	J2
That mackled cinder grayness It's a riddle	D
Beyond the eye's solution Impenetrable	D
If there is order in all that anarchy	J2
Of granite mezzotint that wilderness	J2
It takes a better eye than mine to see it	X2
It set me on to wondering how to deal	D
With such a thickness of particulars	J2
Deal with it faithfully you understand	W2
Without blurring the issue Of course I know	K2
That within a month the sleeving snows will come	N
With cold selective emphases with massings	J2
And arbitrary contrasts rendering things	J2
Deceptively simple thickening the twigs	J2
To frosty veins bestowing epaulets	J2
And decorations on every birch and aspen	M
And the eye self satisfied will be misled	V2
Thinking the puzzle solved supposing at last	Y2
It can look forth and comprehend the world	Z2
That's when you have to really watch yourself	G2
So I hope that you won't think me plain ungrateful	D
For not selecting one of your fine books	J2
And I take it very kindly that you came	Q2
And sat here and let me rattle on this way	E

Anthony Evan Hecht

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