My Aristotle

Elocution lessons I came to regret having expressedly taken for pleasure

I tried cutely to lessen their length by feigning faintness

But my unpersuadable tutor accompanied me to my outpatients

In his vocation’s suede, clean shabby in that bachelor way,

Looking like Aunty’s favourite smoke-stained seating arrangements.

From mean habit estranged: lean, stringent, kindly, unfrail.

Something dwelt about him of veldt untamedness,

A wildness that plainness housed

His eyes proved inample casement

To the strength of the deed-pregnant flame

Placed at his brave centre.

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