THE JESUIT

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by Srinivas Rayaprol

Today I am packing my library in preparation to wander unknown paths. I came across a book that I found long ago in Berkeley, Selected Poems by Srinivas Rayaprol. A poet who received a M.S. in civil engineering from Stanford.
Here is what an anonymous Indian critic said: “And there are a handful of ‘lost poets, the ones we forgot about’: Gopal Honnalgere, Srinivas Rayaprol, Lawrence Bantelman. ..”
Now for a taste of curry, THE JESUIT. When I read it, I laughed so hard I fell in love. I can’t toss it away. I also posted a poem dedicated to Rayaprol by Hosang Merchant.

THE JESUIT

was an able casuist.
 
After a discourse
(on various religions)
he suggested intercourse.

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