This poem is taken from PN Review 37, Volume 10 Number 5, March - April 1984.
The Poem of ArrivalThe welcome
so carefully planned
by the entire town-council and representatives
of local trades and industries (glass-work,
bead-work, and coal, gold and bronze -
those figurines in doubtful taste offered to all new-
comers)
had failed. Smiles faded
and jowls drooped lower than the flowers wilting
in the hands of the prettiest children of both sexes
carefully schooled in their lyrical greetings:
'O Prince in need of our affection!'
they cried, 'Green frond
of our longing! Child of happiness, more
ardently desired than the full moon
on a summer night, or a soup of celery and lentils
...
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