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ASLANOVS_LESSONS
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WAY TO IELTS SUCCESS – READING SOLUTION 1 
DAY 6 
VOCABULARY PART

The Poet
 
William waited patiently in the slow-moving queue. A big man, with large muscles on his arms and a face 
full of scars from the amateur boxing competitions he liked to enter, William was the type of man that you 
couldn’t help noticing. He spoke with a lower-class accent and, when with his friends, loved to use Cockney 
rhyming slang – a way of speaking that had developed among the working classes in one of London’s poorer 
districts. This would often mislead strangers into thinking that William was an uneducated man. But the truth 
was very different. 
A graduate of London’s best law school, William was regarded by many in his field as one of the best 
lawyers in London – a reputation that had taken him just ten years to build. People joked that he was a lawyer 
who was as tough in the courtroom as he was in the boxing ring. His knowledge and skills were considered so 
good that other lawyers, as well as clients, would beat down a path to his door to get his advice. 
Because of all this, few people would have guessed that William loved to write poetry in his spare time. 
William’s passion for this hobby had begun when, one day in a bookshop, he had come across a small book of 
poems that had mistakenly been put in the law section. Reading it, William remembered admiring how the 
author had expressed so much with just a few carefully selected words and then finding himself wondering if he 
himself could develop a similar talent. 
From childhood, William had always thrown himself into things. So, he had soon read the major works of 
all the great British poets and become familiar with many of Europe’s most famous poets, too. He had a 
particular admiration for Shakespeare and the German poet Goethe, but his favourite poet was the Irishman W. 
B. Yeats – the man that he had been named after, his mother proudly reminded him. 
So, almost from the day that he had first been inspired, William had begun writing poems of his own. He 
did not know if he had any real talent, but he did know that the words flowed both easily and quickly from his 
pen. He enjoyed putting words together in a way that suggested different meanings – partly because this was 
exactly the opposite of what he was required to do as a lawyer. 
He had no name for the collection of poems that he had written and collected over the years. He simply 
referred to them all as ‘The Book’. The name, of course, clearly revealed his subconscious desire that his poems 
would one day be published. But he had neither the confidence in his own abilities to approach a publisher, nor 
the desire to read a bad review if the critics did not like his work. William’s wife would often remind him, in 
that gentle way of hers, that he was old enough now not to care what others thought of him or to avoid doing 
something simply because he thought he might fail. It was these words that were running through William’s 
mind when the conversation of the two women in front of him moved from small talk to work. “So,” he heard 
the younger one say to her friend, “How exactly is your search for new writing talent going?”