I add this not because it sums up my thoughts on illiteracy but because it is a nice poem and I don’t have anywhere else appropriate to put it. That said, the final lines: ‘What would you call his feeling for the words, That keep him rich and orphaned and beloved?’ Make me feel that ‘illiterate’ is too ugly a word to do that experience justice, given that the word in part means ‘ignorant’… However, I do love a semantic chit chat when I have other work pressing on my time so I suspect I am distracting myself!
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The Illiterate
by William Meredith
William Meredith
Touching your goodness, I am like a man
Who turns a letter over in his hand
And you might think this was because the hand
Was unfamiliar but, truth is, the man
Has never had a letter from anyone;
And now he is both afraid of what it means
And ashamed because he has no other means
To find out what it says than to ask someone.
His uncle could have left the farm to him,
Or his parents died before he sent them word,
Or the dark girl changed and want him for beloved.
Afraid and letter-proud, he keeps it with him.
What would you call his feeling for the words
That keep him rich and orphaned and beloved?