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This poem is taken from PN Review 82, Volume 18 Number 2, November - December 1991.

The Coat of Many Colours Clive Wilmer

Do not interpretations belong to God?


Rich colour signifies deep inwardness.
The bending sheaves, the sun's, the moon's decline
Are colours in this coat, my father's gift.
Some bleed and blend. Others, like potentates,
Stand out - see! - urgent and peremptory.


All his tall stories, dreams he calls them, stress
His own pre-eminence, its outward sign
That coat he swaggers in … What but that gift
Has he to show? … How his pretension grates,
The smugness posing as authority!


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