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This poem is taken from PN Review 175, Volume 33 Number 5, May - June 2007.

Four Lies John Gallas

In 1968, in Mexico City, Mongolia's first silver medal was won by Munkhbat Jigjidym in the middleweight (78- 87kg) freestyle wrestling.

('World Sports' magazine)


(Text is as follows)

The air up
here is woozy,
shallow, sweet,
but not so
Clear up a green, high, home hill,
bear-tangled with wind, the here-air
heartens my head.
Up and down a numb,
bleach mat, hugging souls here, souls that
bow grass down, that clog clouds,
that wilt wind a whole day's horse
ride. I eat all comers, faces like
bubbles in new cheese, muscled as milk
and wrestling shadows : keep hold

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