The Thinking Poet


Tea at Eus

I remember his smile as he came bearing the-au-lait.

We sat on a broad expanse of tiled terrace,

A king and queen

In sun and sweet content;

Valley below, mountains above.

And as he graciously served us:

The gentle lowering of tray to table,

The precise placing of simple white crockery,

The frugality of vocal exchange,

Straining to please with impoverished phrase;

Eus, and all about us became our realm,

Ruled and viewed from this exalted dais.

And as assembled peaks assumed their place

We held court with all thatís fine and noble to the eye,

Convened for us in this fair magic land.