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 41, Volume 11 Number 3, January - February 1985.

Poems Rodney Pybus


The print dances a fitful cadenza
in summer evening light,
distant words he can't make
do anything but blur.

Pages come apart like rotten
transfers, the scummy old
textbook drooping from his hand,
the dumb pew-bound laddy,

but the voice drills on and
on, Miss Gardner of Edinburgh
with a tone of barbered privet
and eyes like gold-rimmed lapis beads,

explaining absolutely nothing
that might bring nearer
the drift of such wormwood verse.

Searching, please wait... animated waiting image