Read the excerpt from “How I Learned English.”So it was not impossible that I,Banished to the outfield and daydreamingOf water, or a hotel in the mountains,Would suddenly find myself in the pathOf a ball stung by Joe Barone.I watched it closing inClean and untouched, transfixedBy its easy arc before it hitMy forehead with a thud.This excerpt is part of the poem’s