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• Artiste: John K. Samson
• Titre: Fellow Traveller
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Rain for the last day that I will be known the way that I want them to know me Rain for a porter's predictable leads on the darkening stain of my name Rain like the morning you left with the international brigade A streak of your face at the glass when the train pulled away The aspidistra that refused to die A miniature camera in a Cambridge tie To get that Soviet control to crack a smile All in our file, my fellow traveler Sleep for the telephone's silent receiver on its beetle-black back in the hall Sleep for the bottle that rolled off my desk Danced itself out on the floor Sleep for the overturned ashtray splayed across an unmade bed While I interrogate every word that I ever said I fall from buildings into angry air Lecture my students in my underwear But once I was allowed to dream of you instead My dear defected fellow traveler How you booked your final passage With a passport that you paid for with a pair of roller skates How you dyed your hair and mustache Put on a mid-Atlantic accent but you couldn't stop the shakes When they asked where you had come from And you muttered, "That's a good one" Though you were never really certain Every umbrella down on Portman Square Opens and closes to arraign our fair Theory of something I can't picture anymore A forgery for my fellow traveler I won't wait to see I still I believe in you and me, my fellow traveler