Thursday, March 31, 2005

Chess Poetry III

Here's an excerpt from the poem "A Game of Chess" -- rather thematic for the assembled La Mazians:
I'm not a winner in this strange game
but a true player I've yet to meet,
one, whose gambits have a purpose,
whose sacrifices can break my shield.

I'm not a knight, as you can see;
no shining armor in which to hide,
no windmills worth fighting against,
and worse of all, no Dulcinea....

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