This poem is taken from PN Review 50, Volume 12 Number 6, July - August 1986.
To a Friend1
You know now 'what inhuman pressures
keep a line of verse
on its own course'. The everlasting flowers
shiver in their vase.
And you in a strange place
believing your loved ones
have turned against you.
Behind incandescent mirrors
...
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