Most Read... Rebecca WattsThe Cult of the Noble Amateur
(PN Review 239)
John McAuliffeBill Manhire in Conversation with John McAuliffe
(PN Review 259)
Patricia CraigVal Warner: A Reminiscence
(PN Review 259)
Eavan BolandA Lyric Voice at Bay
(PN Review 121)
Vahni CapildeoOn Judging Prizes, & Reading More than Six Really Good Books
(PN Review 237)
Tim Parksin conversation with Natalia Ginzburg
(PN Review 49)
Next Issue Gwyneth Lewis ‘Spiderings’ Ian Thomson ‘Fires were started: Tallinn, 1944’ Adrian May ‘Traditionalism and Tradition’ Judith Herzberg ‘Poems’ translated by Margitt Helbert Horatio Morpurgo ‘What is a Book?’
Poems Articles Interviews Reports Reviews Contributors
Reader Survey
PN Review Substack

This poem is taken from PN Review 152, Volume 29 Number 6, July - August 2003.

Three Poems Eleanor Margolies

From the Tate

Tell the paintness of the real,
the saturated world wrapped
around this threshold.

How buttery the river is.
A flutter of greys. Crimson
smears routed over the bridge.

Snails consume the self
in scrawling; my footprints
dissolve in the warm glaze

on these paving stones;
a passage trails light
across the largest canvas.


Cours Belsunce: a Course in Good Sense

When I was young, my grandmother told me
If you want to live long,
eat garlic every day.


Violet, dry, renowned good-keeper.
...


Searching, please wait... animated waiting image