A Houyhnhnm's Scrapbook/Number 1/Little Stranger

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​Little Stranger

By William Stafford

Walking away, bending his knee,
I saw a man at a soiree.

Bending his knee, walking away,
I saw him again, alone on a quay.

He called something I couldn’t quite catch,
and it tantalized me like a concert of Bach.

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