This poem is taken from PN Review 55, Volume 13 Number 5, May - June 1987.

A Christening

Peter Sansom

It is a rich brown except in the centre where
so much daylight pours through the open
window on to the event. The shawl, the mother's
  dress
and elaborate bonnet, the parson's hair,
the father's face: these are white.
It must be noon in the Spring for the light
to be so neutral and exact. There is only the murmur
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