Communications
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Dr. Robert Zufall is a retired urologist, who practiced in Dover, NJ. After his retirement he and his late wife, Kay, started a clinic for the poor in Dover, most of whom are Latin Americans, many undocumented. Over the years it grew into a substantial enterprise, with half a dozen branches throughout northern New Jersey. It is now a Federally Q
Robert Zufall
Since his teens Dr. Zufall has enjoyed reading and writing poetry, and while at Princeton he studied creative writing with Prof. R.P.Blackmur, a noted poet and poetry critic. He has published a few poems in magazines such as the Journal of the American Medical Association. Some time ago he decided to put his poems together and publish them, in the perhaps vain hope that someone would enjoy them and even profit from them. They are about various subjects, mostly from his early years, reflecting things and people that and who were of emotional interest.
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Communications - Robert Zufall
Young Love Present
Singing in the green and golden mountains
Soft as the breath of a sweetheart; yet I feel
Laughter, faintly, of old men and of children
Whirling on the swift upswing of life’s wheel.
Laughter amid the soft hemlocks in the valley,
(She has seen me and is coming to the door)
Less lovely than her step on the oaken floor.
A wild exulting voice above the ridges
Gives shout, and a thousand echoes, ash and red,
Rush pounding over the stillness, each one joying;
Joying the strong blood surges through my head.
Suddenly the golden door flies open;
In a ruby mist the heart beats on its mate;
And the singing is a voice I have remembered,
If you’ll let me loose you can have supper.
I just ate
And ever the far-off strangely joyous laughter,
Eternally snuggling down in the breast of the night,
Hiding its face in the sheltering wings of the silence,
Wriggling gently away if you hold it tight.
The Washington Express
Neon streaks gash the smooth racing blackness,
Flash from the gutter puddles twisted;
Bar and Grill
becomes a puddle of fire.
I think I have been that heap
On the sodden doorstep, dreaming
That a woman with big dark hips
Is going through my pockets.
But the broadshouldered rails are perfect in the moonlight,
Rocking me and the Washington Express
To sleep, standing beside our cradles in the moonlight;
Proud and cosmopolitan they flick
My pal of the doorstep neatly backwards
Into the comforting shroud of the dark.
Poor bastard. Infecting the sterile paper
With my soul’s virus, I know as you know,
For you have felt these things, the sleep-breathing
Of the Washington Express, ‘til it yawns and stretches,
And groans to a stop at New Brunswick.
You have twisted the neon signs
Because they struck at your soul’s face swiftly
With bawdy, garish clubs.
They have been sluiced away in the laughing torrent
(The stuff that they put in those golden baptismal fonts);
And we who have shuddered can joy in the sting of the water,
Naked and washed and happy – and unafraid
.
The Matador
The juggernaut bull comes straight,
Predictable and fast,
The frightening horns a toothache in the groin,
Intestine, bladder holed.
The straight obese aficionados stand
And wave their hats,
Play suicide, their bravery in me,
Who does not fear the bull.
I think sometimes she wanted me to die.
Here on a velvet is my gift
I give but