PN Review Print and Online Poetry Magazine
Most Read... Rebecca WattsThe Cult of the Noble Amateur
(PN Review 239)
Mark FordLetters And So It Goes
Letters from Young Mr Grace
(aka John Ashbery)

(PN Review 239)
Henry Kingon Toby Martinez de las Rivas
(PN Review 244)
Eavan BolandA Lyric Voice at Bay
(PN Review 121)
Vahni CapildeoOn Judging Prizes, & Reading More than Six Really Good Books
(PN Review 237)
Jamie OsbornIn conversation with Sasha Dugdale
(PN Review 240)
Poems Articles Interviews Reports Reviews Contributors
PN Review Blog
Monthly Carcanet Books
Next Issue Vahni Capildeo The Boisterous Weeping of Margery Kempe Paul Muldoon The Fly Sinead Morrissey Put Off That Mask Jane Yeh Three Poems Sarah Rothenberg Poetry and Music: Exile and Return

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

Four Poems Jeremy Over

Badly Charred

Two burglars are cycling along on a wet and windy night
arid brimming over with useful information beyond the
highlands of Kashmir immortalised by obesity during the
long winter evenings. They call at the house of a friend.
Walk sideways. Tied hand and foot. Fall. So too the
people. It's often a balancing act.

I would like to dance with a heavy curtain. I would like to
sail with a ship load of wire fasteners. I would like to be
enraptured with stray glimpses of the snow clad ridges that
could only be reached in time by drawing out a coil of rope
with a fairly feeble Northumbrian girl, the ill fated Indian
chief and a terrific chat about lizards.

The famous teeth of his lordship complied with all of our
wishes some feet below the rapid bird-like swooping of the
men on skates. Months pass, years even. People from
...


Searching, please wait... animated waiting image