This poem is taken from PN Review 99, Volume 21 Number 1, September - October 1994.
Ode to a West Hind
for John Ashbery
The young men with leather faces sing of summer
In their bored reticent gazes. Citified perms,
Self-composed in Bossini socks and well-worn
Italian loafers. Leather, of course,
And locally manufactured in Guangdong.
And yet, the roads are always untarmaced and ditchy
Whenever it monsoons in June, July and August,
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