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A Christmas Cavil

For Richard Wilson, lights burnt at both ends,

For Martin Peretz, lots of famous friends.

For Slive, only the happiest pentimento,

And only early press runs for Sorrento.

For all the laureates, cynosure of eyes

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(Like Watson) of the dynamiter's prize,

The best of genes, wherever they may find them.

For all the Union dead, Lowells to mind them.

For Paz and Northrop Frye, wreaths racked in rows.

Full many a laurel tree in Brooklyn grows,

But Alfred crops them all, for triumphs tragic.

Dressler cures cancer, as it were, by magic.

A high Sierra for Karefa-Smart,

For Myra Mayman, self-creating art.

Revelle and Parry each deserve clear sailing

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