PN Review Print and Online Poetry Magazine
Most Read... Rebecca WattsThe Cult of the Noble Amateur
(PN Review 239)
Mark FordLetters And So It Goes
Letters from Young Mr Grace
(aka John Ashbery)

(PN Review 239)
Kei Millerthe Fat Black Woman
In Praise of the Fat Black Woman & Volume

(PN Review 241)
Henry Kingon Toby Martinez de las Rivas
(PN Review 244)
Eavan BolandA Lyric Voice at Bay
(PN Review 121)
Vahni CapildeoOn Judging Prizes, & Reading More than Six Really Good Books
(PN Review 237)
Next Issue John McAuliffe poems and conversation Charles Dobzynski translated by Marilyn Hacker Maya C. Popa in conversation with Caroline Bird Richard Gwyn With Lowry in Cuernavaca Jane Draycott Four Poems
Poems Articles Interviews Reports Reviews Contributors
PNR 250 Poetry Archive Banner
Monthly Carcanet Books
PN Review Blog

This poem is taken from PN Review 243, Volume 45 Number 1, September - October 2018.

Four Poems Rod Mengham
liquidas orasse sorores

Of bodies reassigned, I sing
long before Ovid and his pack of lies

when the Bosphorus was welded shut
one last time, and you could walk
from Greece to Turkey against the traffic.
Now there is nowhere to cross
so we sail away, into the soapy water
of your absence. And I surprise myself
with this shipping manifest.

I thump out a tune and drive myself mad
very close to your location. Unless you are
the census-taker of dreams
or the functionary who
sees death in his board game.

Do we not bleed, are we not prone to bruising.
...


Searching, please wait... animated waiting image