This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
Irony and Love
Irony does not save:
The knowledge that you repeat
The infantile indiscreet
Reactions of the dead
Does not save. Irony
Says nothing when her hand
Gestures the promised land.
Irony is the dead
...
The knowledge that you repeat
The infantile indiscreet
Reactions of the dead
Does not save. Irony
Says nothing when her hand
Gestures the promised land.
Irony is the dead
...
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