Most Read... Rebecca WattsThe Cult of the Noble Amateur
(PN Review 239)
John McAuliffeBill Manhire in Conversation with John McAuliffe
(PN Review 259)
Patricia CraigVal Warner: A Reminiscence
(PN Review 259)
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 Gwyneth Lewis ‘Spiderings’ Ian Thomson ‘Fires were started: Tallinn, 1944’ Adrian May ‘Traditionalism and Tradition’ Judith Herzberg ‘Poems’ translated by Margitt Helbert Horatio Morpurgo ‘What is a Book?’
Poems Articles Interviews Reports Reviews Contributors
Reader Survey
PN Review Substack

This poem is taken from PN Review 9, Volume 6 Number 1, September - October 1979.

Four Poems Cliff Ashby

I could, if pressed, write I suppose
About the beauty of your nose
Although the truth is-dare I tell?
I don't recall it very well.
Your eyes would make some copy too
I do remember both are blue
And mellow like a well kept wine
So much superior to mine
Which have a rather shifty roll
Like two fish swimming in a bowl.
Your ears I will assume are there
Incarcerated in your hair.
I should, because it's fair and just
Describe the merits of your bust,
But this might give the verse a twist
Repugnant to the Methodist.
...


Searching, please wait... animated waiting image