This poem is taken from PN Review 76, Volume 17 Number 2, November - December 1990.

Words for Alfred Celestine

Judith Wilkinson

Space I made one afternoon, and scope, and time
    and promptly words came wandering in

I sat them down to work, not feast
    and then the busy world released

edicts to reduce scope, time and space:
    I listened, as to a familiar voice

and then let words construct a bounded space
    with hours cut short, and all the ripest notions,
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