Meeting Chopin in the Park
I prefer my heroes quiet, my life uneventful
Somewhere in the park is a statue
of Chopin. You seem surprised,
she says, he is a countryman of mine
in point of fact is Polish — as if heroes
cannot grow in quieter lands. But I have
long observed that heroes can &
often the true man is quieter than most
leaves the braggadocio to all those loud
countries & people who like to appear on
television. Who cares for the humble?
Perhaps only the old, or all those who are
sick of shouting, who like their heroes
churlish about interviews, those the
world likes to call recluse or contrarian.
The neighbours say he doesn’t get out
much and all you can say is ‘good!’
Copyright Simon Heathcote
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