This poem is taken from PN Review 18, Volume 7 Number 4, March - April 1981.
Two Poems
The Straw
When they laid straw outside the house,
I was afraid.
And when they bore you, men in tall hats,
I followed speechless.
It was windy in the churchyard, rain blew across.
Nothing was resolved.
There was some talk of redemption but
your stone grows mossy.
...
When they laid straw outside the house,
I was afraid.
And when they bore you, men in tall hats,
I followed speechless.
It was windy in the churchyard, rain blew across.
Nothing was resolved.
There was some talk of redemption but
your stone grows mossy.
...
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