This poem is taken from PN Review 177, Volume 34 Number 1, September - October 2007.
Four PoemsEcho [from Belief and Unbelief]
He cleared the thorns
from the broken gate,
and held her hand
through the heart of the wood
to the holy well.
They revealed their names
and told their tales
as they said that they would
on that distant day
when their love began.
And hand in hand
they turned to leave.
When she stopped and whispered
a final secret
down to the water.
Legendary Figures in Old Age
I saw there a number of elders
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