This poem is taken from PN Review 45, Volume 12 Number 1, September - October 1985.
Requiem: R.C.B.Lichen coats the pear-tree bark.
Sap must still make shift to rise.
Under skin a touch will bruise
Blood commutes in ceaseless journeys;
Occult word that gives release
Never conscious mind has spoken.
The animal is fain to die,
The soul prepares an end, but still
A hidden tyrant thwarts the will.
Yet he must yield, we know, though none
Returns to share the secret, tell
How at the last his power was broken.
- - - - - - -
Patient face upon the pillow
We have seen our last of you,
Yet have not taken leave; we find
Loss brings the subject closer, as
The telephoto lens
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