This poem is taken from PN Review 6, Volume 5 Number 2, January - March 1979.
A Death
September 1977
All this world's beauty blinds
my eyes and mind's
eye. I walk on on colour
mouldered to soil,
even the iris.
Sometimes, the evening light's too much
beyond any vision
in the split hair-
lines of dazzle.
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