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This poem is taken from PN Review 100, Volume 21 Number 2, November - December 1994.

Five Poems Jon Stallworthy

              A poem is
  something that someone is saying
no louder, Pip, than my 'goodnight' *
  words with a tune, which outstaying
         their speaker travel as far
       as that amazing, vibrant light
       from a long*extinguished star.



The Almond Tree

I
All the way to the hospital
the lights were green as peppermints.
Trees of black iron broke into leaf
ahead of me, as if
I were the lucky prince
in an enchanted wood
...


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