This poem is taken from PN Review 29, Volume 9 Number 3, January - February 1983.

Four Poems

Gareth Reeves

STONE-CARVING AT HADRIAN'S WALL

Mediterranean, alien,
stone-flesh chafed
and chastened, whipped
by harsh wind,
cut by abrasive hail,
dissolved in rain,
till legs shrank to spindles
and quiver hung
awkwardly across shy shoulders-
or did bare hands
carving cold stone
shiver, and the chisel
stop too soon?-
however it was,
this meagre figure
is our knock-kneed Diana,
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