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This poem is taken from PN Review 107, Volume 22 Number 3, January - February 1996.

Our Father Donald Davie


I

On a hint from Bertolucci
Passed from you, mother, to the custody
Of another, and that other, though a Muse
Acerbic, limited, can I think I am
Worth your nine months' indignity and labour?
The Muse you may have vowed me to was not
The one I find I'm serving. In the clear
Service of dream you come to me, forgiving
Although unsmiling:
'Look, your father's here.'

II
 
On another
'venne il padre'

He is the delineator, here he comes,
Diffident porter of the primal hues
To the palette of his endowed but ailing
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