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

Five Poems Neil Powell

Afternoon Dawn
for Rod Shand

They are felling the dead elms
to the west: the sidelong sun
surprises the room after
a hundred years of shadow.
The forgotten web and dust
on untouched books are sunstruck.
Clearly, something has begun.

Things that had been unspecial
are transmogrified, reborn
to duende and charisma.
Sun settles on faded spines;
crystals through a decanter;
chases spiders in this, its
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