(To Phillip Roth)
There aren’t many people in the trade
For whom I have any use.
But I knew when I hit Chicago
(Was it twelve years ago?)
And read your stories
That you were the real thing.
When I was a little kid,
There were still blacksmiths around,
And I’ve never forgotten
The ring of real hammer on a real anvil.
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