This poem is taken from PN Review 113, Volume 23 Number 3, January - February 1997.
Two Poems
Postcard from Holland
dear Orpheus, it's July
on the calendar of the living,
July with the face of a woman
in grey
for a while
faint lines of poetry
read in another life
come back to me
Bach's Variations heard
on a busy day,
the pianist's fingers -
fresh fat cloves of garlic
first mauve, then white
bloodless white
the fields lit
by buttercups at our feet
and things that blossomed
...
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