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This poem is taken from PN Review 31, Volume 9 Number 5, May - June 1983.

Poem John Heath-Stubbs

We met on VJ night. Supposedly
Celebrating victory. The cloud over Hiroshima
Cast turbid reflections in the beer.
We have walked in that shadow ever since.

The years pass. The time-gap between us
Somehow furnishes the illusion
That it gets smaller. The pedantic youth you took in hand,
Slashing pomposities, is now grown into -
Hardly Achilles, but a running man,
Who's always about to catch you by the tail.
He doesn't succeed. And I will call you
A phoenix, not a tortoise.

The Moira extend your thread. Continue,
George, to instruct and delight,
Exasperate, excruciate. In the centre of each poem,
Among the smoking cinders, lies
A new-hatched Dionysian deity, imprudently
Wobbling his thyrsus.

Meanwhile the world grinds on,
Grudging, indifferent. I see you lift
(My God, a dog) a sinister leg against
The off-side rear wheel of Juggernaut.

This poem is taken from PN Review 31, Volume 9 Number 5, May - June 1983.



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