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)
Kei Millerthe Fat Black Woman
In Praise of the Fat Black Woman & Volume

(PN Review 241)
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)
Next Issue Jen Schmitt on Ekphrasis Rachel Hadas on Text and Pandemic Kirsty Gunn Essaying two Jee Leong Koh Palinodes in the Voice of my Dead Father Maureen Mclane Correspondent Breeze
Poems Articles Interviews Reports Reviews Contributors
PNR 250 Poetry Archive Banner
Monthly Carcanet Books
PN Review Blog

This poem is taken from PN Review 112, Volume 23 Number 2, November - December 1996.

Three Poems K.W. Gransden


Your Blue-Eyed World

Your blue-eyed world is fun like a good child's,
Where houses have no numbers and nobody lives
In towns, but in thatched villages handy for cathedrals
And the vicar calls. Whatever you wanted
Came with a voluntary smile from Saturn's orchards.

In once-republican Eden, that ghostly garden,
Did a few of you linger, politely denying
The blatant snitch. 'We'd never have dreamed of
Trespass, besides, we have all the fruit we need' -
While the rest of us trod our dark infected road.

Oh never as a child could you have stared with me
Through sweetshop windows into temptation,
And how in your glass palace can you catch
My wordless cry, the starving rage of love,
...


Searching, please wait... animated waiting image