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To the Poet Who Thinks I Praise Promiscuously
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75 To the Poet Who Thinks I Praise Promiscuously for Dick Davis You’re right, I like to compliment my friends, And I have sometimes been one who pretends To like things when I don’t. Haven’t we all? My mother taught two lessons I recall: Politeness breeds persuasibility; Say nothing if it risks hostility Or pain. But now you call it cowardice And insincerity, a soulless kiss Intended to dismiss a date and close The door, a phony smile, a languid pose. Dear friend, I’m honest, but I have a heart. It feels all wrong to criticize the art Of those I prize. Blind caring reassures. Or does it reek of childhood? Mine, or yours? ...
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