This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.

At Licenza

Robert Wells
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The floor of the path in autumn:
Crisping walnut leaves, cast chestnut husks,
The chicory flower blue on its stem,
White stones -
             A sheen on surfaces
Like a happiness
That cannot find its cause.

At the moment of striking the light draws away.
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