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 John McAuliffe poems and conversation Charles Dobzynski translated by Marilyn Hacker Maya C. Popa in conversation with Caroline Bird Richard Gwyn With Lowry in Cuernavaca Jane Draycott Four Poems
Poems Articles Interviews Reports Reviews Contributors
PNR 250 Poetry Archive Banner
Monthly Carcanet Books
PN Review Blog

This poem is taken from PN Review 233, Volume 43 Number 3, January - February 2017.

from Lithos Anthony Barnett
The Way It Is

It is the way it is. The newborn bird dead on the ground and the rooks wanting it.

I want my life over again. No, not that, I want my life to be, over again.

I wanted to open a book I had written to find in it words other than those I had written.

The mistake has been staring staring at me in the face at every opening.

Later, I may try to tell you a story about going into a bookshop.

Everything can be explained with a dream. Once I did not believe that.

I want to say it doesn’t matter.

It will always be in the writing.


On the Knife Edge

He finished reading the novel and was struck by the thought that he was no more than a moral coward like the character.

Respites in between

What the Dickens

You must understand
it is the artistry
that must be paid for
but not in money
but in, the blood and sweat they would say,
...


Searching, please wait... animated waiting image