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I Missed His Book, But I Read His Name

Though authors are a dreadful clan

To be avoided if you can,

I'd like to meet the Indian,

M. Anantanarayanan.

 

I picture him as short and tan.

We'd meet, perhaps, in Hindustan.

I'd say, with admirable elan ,

"Ah, Anantanarayanan --

 

I've heard of you. The Times once ran

A notice on your novel, an

Unusual tale of God and Man."

And Anantanarayanan

 

Would seat me on a lush divan

And read his name -- that sumptuous span

Of 'a's and 'n's more lovely than

"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan" --

 

Aloud to me all day. I plan

Henceforth to be an ardent fan

of Anantanarayanan --

M. Anantanarayanan.

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Written by
John Updike
1932-2009 / American
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