This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
The Colonist
He seeks a manner cleanly lean and spare,
Self-disenchanted, separate as the air.
Bodily silence poised amid his blood.
A virtue that no memory shall elude.
And peace is strengthless. How shall it abide?
Like rhododendron on a waste hillside,
Hydras of foliage burnished in the wind,
Memory persists, is rooted in his mind:
...
Self-disenchanted, separate as the air.
Bodily silence poised amid his blood.
A virtue that no memory shall elude.
And peace is strengthless. How shall it abide?
Like rhododendron on a waste hillside,
Hydras of foliage burnished in the wind,
Memory persists, is rooted in his mind:
...
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