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This poem is taken from PN Review 86, Volume 18 Number 6, July - August 1992.

Poems Miles Champion

TWO SONNETS 1

1
But his knives have been blued by the bitterness.
He studies puddings diligently;
Impishly he sneaks down
To search for the raspberry that someone has stolen.
He reflects upon the light that passes
Along the platform goodbyes stroll in pairs.

She had on a green nylon uniform
But the evening's discussion of eggs filters softly
Through the closed screen of his lids -
Later, to mingle with the wine.
He thinks that men in striped aprons
Fill their hats with their heads.
He drives his hands into the heavy mixture.
Conspiratorially, the raspberry explodes.



2

Holding them up for all to see
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