‘The Teacher to His Students’ and Other Poetry by David Galef The Society July 30, 2019 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 4 Comments The Teacher to His Students The traffic light turns green. Your car won’t budge. You’re either texting or completely blind. And when you do proceed, you’re slow as fudge. You’re still engrossed. We’ve come to know your kind. Or maybe you’re just walking down the street. The sidewalk’s safe enough to use your phone, And yet you can’t pick up your own two feet. Your conversation stops you still as stone. In bathrooms, too: so damned oblivious, To piss with one hand while still on your cell. The flushing renders it invidious And makes your private time a public hell. Okay, it’s an addiction—but your doom If I spot busy thumbs in my classroom. How Meaning Shifts over Time Undoable is what they called her plan; That is, impossible to carry out: To win the local village’s wealthiest man, Though he was just a vain, lascivious lout. She did her best impression of a slut, Contrived to spill his lager down her dress And let him fumble all about her but Maneuvered him to score a drunk success. It worked: the wedding happened in mid-June. Her too-tight gown announced a baby soon. Two decades later, he was seventy-two, In debt, debentures unrenewable, His smile in dentures biting her with rue— She sorely wished her deed undoable. Portrait of the Old High School English Teacher He uses words like lest, behoove, indeed When handing out the rubric for the class, Boldfaced requirements that one must heed, Good grammar crucial if one wants to pass. His office door’s festooned with old-time quotes Like “gladly would he learn and gladly teach.” Inside, a mass of papers, books, and notes Crowds out a window just beyond his reach. His dog-eared text of Hamlet is a hive Of scribblings to stir his thoughts, yet he Has taken in more poets dead than live; Recites all Dickinson from memory. His red-penned comments in my margins still Inspire, scare, and in some strange way thrill. David Galef has published over two hundred poems in magazines ranging from Light and Measure to The Yale Review and The Gettysburg Review. He’s also published two poetry volumes, Flaws and Kanji Poems, as well as two chapbooks, Lists and Apocalypses. Unable to stop himself, he’s also written fiction, literary essays, and translation, over a dozen books in all. In real life, he directs the creative writing program at Montclair State University. His website is www.davidgalef.com. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 4 Responses Joseph S. Salemi July 30, 2019 These are three top-notch poems! Apart from the smooth and fluent meter, the subject matter of each is actually interesting, and free from the self-absorbed narcisssism that is the bane of most modern poetry. The first one deals with a real problem among dimwit undergraduates today — their fixation on and obsession with their stupid little hand-held devices. The second is a perfect vignette of seduction, pregnancy, marriage, and the ultimate punishment of an evil woman’s venality. And the third is as detailed and sympathetic in its portraiture as “Goodbye, Mr. Chips.” Reply Sally Cook July 30, 2019 Dear Mr. Galef – Ditto to all that Dr. Salemi has said in his comment. Your poems all contain what I call “scope” in a different comment. A combination of technical excellence combined with something worth saying is most welcome here. I hope you will continue to post. Reply Dave Whippman July 31, 2019 I agree with the other two comments. Skilful work. “Portrait of the Old High School English Teacher” really resonated with me, taking me back to my schooldays of 50-plus years ago, and a vanishing breed of schoolmaster. Reply C.B. Anderson July 31, 2019 It would be hard to disagree, Dave. These two esteemed colleagues of mine have gone through the fire many times over, and they serve no master but the truth. 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