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Posted: Thursday, March 4, 2004 Word Count: 60 Summary: A friend of mine - a jazz piano player named Harry who is now in his seventies, is married to a Polish lady named Sophie (Zafia in Polish). Yesterday he brought me an old album of photographs of her taken when she was in her twenties and was living in Warsaw. "Doesn't she look like Ingrid Bergman?" he asked me proudly. This inspired me to write the poem.
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A book of black and white photographs Old But not old enough to fade Made in Poland When the communists sold photographic stuff Cheap but quality unsure "Doesn't she look like Ingrid Bergman?" He asks Her hero "More beautiful than Ingrid" I reply Seeing eternity in her smile Casablanca Rick’s Place With Harry at the piano Not Sam Zafia Sophie
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