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LEWIS BOSWORTH : Jew Boy
LEWIS BOSWORTH : Les Misérables

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LEWIS BOSWORTH
Jew Boy

I am in search of the spirit Of a Jew Boy – his canon, His worldly stripes – for a Taste of the red sea’s mud. As I look through the panes Of the old mirror – beveled And gilded – I want to write About my tears as pearls. The album’s pages, etched in White pencil by my mother – Their torn images of me at Age five – are no comfort. Across the room, away from Rules of etiquette, stands a Prie-Dieu – resting place of a Bible and a yarmulke. I wait for the boy to choose, To be older than he is – but He still looks forward In no haste to grow up. I am in search of my spirit – Its gossamer webs spinning Backwards – trying to stop The inevitable epilogue. The past is painted in shattered Panes with yellowing pencils – But its story is there to be Chewed and digested. The forward gears are still Pubescent – images of self As dreams are made of – Recipes for the unknown. Oh, my young Jew boy – Your spirit is nowhere to Be found – its ribs are so Sore, its shores ache. Growth begets manhood – But only when it is watered By an open mind, an oasis Spewing maturity. My tears are pearls, my Future a jar with air holes Punched in its breast – I pray for breath. Oh, my young Jew boy – Your spirit is nowhere to Be found – its ribs are so Sore, its shores ache. Growth begets manhood – But only when it is watered By an open mind, an oasis Spewing maturity. My tears are pearls, my Future a jar with air holes Punched in its breast –

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LEWIS BOSWORTH
Les Misérables

Your silence will not protect you.
–Audre Lorde
we speak – we are afraid we are silent – we are still afraid don’t ask – don’t tell it is better to speak we are silent – we are still afraid we raise the bar it is better to speak amend our rights! we raise the bar and fight the fight amend our rights! march on – march on! and fight the fight! united we bargain march on – march on! divided we beg… united we bargain the table is set divided we beg… arm the barricades! the table is set stand in solidarity! arm the barricades! bow in servitude… stand in solidarity! don’t ask – don’t tell bow in servitude… we speak – we are afraid

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LEWIS BOSWORTH Lewis Bosworth. Madison, WI. I realized I wanted to be a writer – in earnest, for real – only in the last five years. I‘d been writing poetry since high school. Since then I’ve been writing in fits and starts; my most fertile periods were in the 60s – my college years – the 70s, 90s and recently.

LEWIS BOSWORTH Reasons: To share with family and friends. To give a perspective on the world from my viewpoint – more eloquent and circumscribed than I could in prose or in person. As a linguist by training I thrive on language – from bits like sounds to syllables to words to sentences and more complex structures. This is the joy I wish to share; no rhyme or reason! I write in English most of the time, but also in French and Portuguese


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