Analfabeta by Jacqueline Osherow
. .for Laura Dondoli, in memory of her great-grandfather
I have a friend whose great-grandfather learned to read
From an uncle blinded in battle under Garibaldi;
He wanted Dante read to him aloud
And the boy learned to distinguish our unwieldy
Signs as simple sketches from his world,
Each with an unalterable melody:
Did he see two mountains touching, side by side?
They initiated Magic, Music, Mastery.
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