[New-Poetry] Chess poem for Bobby Fischer

[TheOldMole]

Bobby Fischer died? That's sad. A sad, great man. My 7-year-old grandson 
has just fallen in love with chess. And a good poem.

jforjames at aol.com wrote:
> One of my childhood heroes died yesterday. So here's a poem by another
> hero of mine in tribute...
>
> Me and Capablanca
>
> The sultry first night of July, he on the bed
> reading one of Chandler's lesser novels.
> What he should be doing is in the other room.
> Today he began carrying wood up from the valley,
> already starting on winter. He closes the book
> and goes naked into the pitch pines and the last
> half-hour of the dark. Rain makes a sound
> on the birches and a butternut tree. There is not
> enough time left to use it for dissatisfaction.
> Often it is hard to know when the middle game
> is over and the end game beginning, the pure part
> that is made more of craft than it is of magic.
>
> --Jack Gilbert, /The Great Fires/
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