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This poem is taken from PN Review 236, Volume 43 Number 6, July - August 2017.

Three Poems Gillian Allnutt
Hereford Hop

for Tom

Meanwhile, I said, I have brought you a hundred grammes of Hereford Hop
from the expensive farm shop

at Stretton under Fosse
where the legions pass and pass

on their way from Bath
to Lutterworth.

Meanwhile, you said, according
to the Samsung

in the beginning
even kings

were led by the nose,
by the plosive

light of stars
that pales and passes, passes

as the soul upon its way
in perpetuity.

Who knows what
...


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