This poem is taken from PN Review 141, Volume 28 Number 1, September - October 2001.
Four PoemsFor the 6th of April
for Marie Ponsot
Eden is
pots and tubs on the terrace.
Tenacious seeds root, wind-strewn,
to bloom around the ficus.
Light and shade
from this and every decade
cross and dapple the notebook
you hold open in your lap.
Eighty? Well,
forty, too, and twenty: still
no one's fool, a canny heart,
spirit joyously at school.
Precocious
child, you run ahead of us
aging enfants terribles of
a later generation
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