This is the case of a high-school land, deadset in adolescence; loud treble laughs and sudden fists, bright cheeks, the gangling presence. This boy is wonderful at sports and physically quite healthy; he's taken to church on Sunday still and keeps his prurience stealthy. He doesn't like books, except about bears, collects new coins and model planes, and never refuses a dare. His Uncle[1] spoils him with candy, of course, yet shouts him down when he talks at table. You will note he's got some of his French mother's[2] looks, though he's not so witty and no more stable. He's really much more like his father[3] and yet if you say so he'll pull a great face. He wants to be different from everyone else and daydreams of winning the global race. Parents unmarried and living abroad,[4] relatives[5] keen to bag the estate, schizophrenia not excluded, will he learn to grow up before it's too late?
by Earle Birney (1904-1995) from “Fifteen Winds; a
Selection of Modern Canadian Poets”
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