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)
Tim Parksin conversation with Natalia Ginzburg
(PN Review 49)
Next Issue Colm Toibin on Thom Gunn's Letters Allice Hiller and Sasha Dugdale in conversation David Herman on the life of Edward W. Said Jena Schmitt on Hope Mirrlees Brian Morton: Now the Trees
Poems Articles Interviews Reports Reviews Contributors
PNR 250 Poetry Archive Banner
PN Review New Issue

This poem is taken from PN Review 178, Volume 34 Number 2, November - December 2007.

A Fig of Consequence Rodney Pybus

'I feel here a most grateful relaxation and am become once more a pure quaint crinkle-crankle goth...'
Samuel Palmer, at Tintern Abbey, 1835

Context is all!
                        I admire him for taking
the fig here
         over the Abbey -
                   in a summer-scruffy garden
may be found as much, more, interest
         as in bare-topped ruins: so rejecting
                   the easier gothic shot at the sublime
         he found it in pink hollyhocks
and a high green fig-tree,
                   red tiles, grass and
                             open windows.

              This is a scrupulous little sketch
of our past, in pencil, brown ink and little
                        glances of coloured water

Searching, please wait... animated waiting image