This poem is taken from Poetry Nation 5 Number 5, 1975.An Indian Education
I went to school in the Blue Hills
To be licked into a Gentleman -
Deer grazed in dark woods beyond our rooms.
All I learnt there was to pity the Plain
Whose long heat knew nothing of their calm
And to despise the smart set of the Plain
Who motored up on sabbaths to shoot them.
So, I never became a Gentleman -
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