XAT 2023 — VARC Question 20

Read the poem and answer the TWO questions that follow.

The slow person you left behind when, finally,

you mastered the world, and scaled the heights you now command,

where is he while you

walked around the shaved lawn in your plus fours,

organizing with an electric clipboard

your big push to tomorrow?

Oh, I have come across him, yes, I have, more than once,

coaxing his battered grocery cart down the freeway meridian,

Others see in you sundry mythic types distinguished

not just in themselves but by the stories

we put in with beginnings, ends, surprises:

the baby Oedipus on the hillside with his broken feet

or the dog whose barking saves the grandmother

flailing in the millpond beyond the weir,

dragged down by her woolen skirt.

He doesn’t see you as a story, though.

He feels you as his atmosphere. When your sun shines,

he chorteles. When your barometric pressure drops

and the thunder heads gather,

he huddles under the overpass and writes me long letters with

the study little pencil he steals from the public library.

He asks me to look out for you.