Wednesday, November 19, 2014


Two of them I knew quite well --
One worked next door for thirty years --
But the third twin I mostly knew
Through his absence. Some distracted fate
Had decreed that Don Diego Quervedo
Y Sevilliano de Heisler, a Spanish noble
From the soles of his gleaming boots
To the tips of his thin mustaches
Should be born among Hungarian Jews
Who had made a life in Brooklyn.
He took his exile with dignity. Occasionally
He would glance around in shul and shrug
Almost indiscernibly. In his impeccable Hebrew
Lurked the slightest of Castilian lisps.

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