PN Review Print and Online Poetry Magazine
Most Read... Rebecca WattsThe Cult of the Noble Amateur
(PN Review 239)
Mark FordLetters And So It Goes
Letters from Young Mr Grace
(aka John Ashbery)

(PN Review 239)
Henry Kingon Toby Martinez de las Rivas
(PN Review 244)
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 Peter Scupham remembers Anthony Thwaite in 'Chimes at Midnight' Sinead Morrissey spends A Week in Gdańsk Rebecca Watts talks with Julia Copus about Charlotte Mew Boris Dralyuk and Irina Mashinski evoke Arseny Tarkovsky and his translator Peter Oram Frederic Raphael sends a letter to William Somerset Maugham
Poems Articles Interviews Reports Reviews Contributors
PNR 250 Poetry Archive Banner
Monthly Carcanet Books
PN Review New Issue

This poem is taken from PN Review 218, Volume 40 Number 6, July - August 2014.

From ‘The Atom Smashers’ Robert Minhinnick
From The Atom Smashers

1
             You’re not,
he asked, coming up the road,
             you’re not
             painting it
             that colour…?

Saturday night I walked down the stairs
with a bucket of hawks and floats,
the wet plaster red on the wall,

dust in the webs thick as goldleaf in any Paradiso.
I swept that room myself, banished ghosts
from the cistern, the wasp-husks suspended by threads.

*

Three times the blackbird built:
petals, wire. Now she must weave
the bones of her children.

Red as a match-head, Arcturus.
But its flame already struck.

*

I stand on the fulcrum built to raise the back gate
...


Searching, please wait... animated waiting image