This poem is taken from PN Review 8, Volume 5 Number 4, July - September 1979.
Beyond Recall
For T.G.
Imprecision of the senses at midday:
stirred,
having been struck
by the sharp bitter-sweet of a new wine
drunk in a clouded bar
-where
to nose and tongue came the tang
of pickled onions, of briny olives, and raw
...
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