This poem is taken from PN Review 276, Volume 50 Number 4, March - April 2024.
Poems
I think I hear Julian of Eclanum
One story as a boy.
Up on our hills I’d say
clouds are farther away
than the same ones
from deep in the gullies,
eucalyptus in my nose,
red scimitar leaves
all over the stream bed,
the story of talking to myself
preserved in air
like the dirt-smell
I disturb scrambling back up
breathing eucalyptus voices
from the beginning
Adam, Solomon, Jesus,
George Washington.
...
One story as a boy.
Up on our hills I’d say
clouds are farther away
than the same ones
from deep in the gullies,
eucalyptus in my nose,
red scimitar leaves
all over the stream bed,
the story of talking to myself
preserved in air
like the dirt-smell
I disturb scrambling back up
breathing eucalyptus voices
from the beginning
Adam, Solomon, Jesus,
George Washington.
...
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