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Bernard O'Donoghue's poetry is marked by a gift for poetic portraiture, sketching characters at...
At the Halle
He sat by her side, near the front, sideways on
to the cellos and the second violins
under the gold blazon of the brass section.
He feared she’d see if he risked a sideways glance,
hoping for some imperfection that would mean
he was not so totally outclassed:
her nose slightly too big; the small blemish
on her left cheek (the right as you looked at it)
which you could only see when you enlarged
her image on the computer screen.
Around her eyes, he knew, were thin, tired lines,
and under them were deeper lines: ‘bags’ even
– under the right eye in particular.
He knew that in due course a time would come
when he would take no such satisfaction
in looking for her blemishes and would wonder
if he might have done better for himself.
But it was very far from that time yet,
and he still faced the music, feeling small.
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