This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.

Eclogue

Michael Hofmann
Industry undressing in front of Agriculture -
not a pretty sight. The subject for one
of those allegorical Victorian sculptures.
An energetic mismatch. But Pluto's hell-holes
terminate in or around the flower-meadows
and orchards of Proserpine. Ceres' poor daughter
is whisked away by the top-hatted manufacturer
on his iron horse . . . Brick huts in the fields,
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