This poem is taken from PN Review 70, Volume 16 Number 2, November - December 1989.
Thom Gunn
To read him is to feel the heat
Held in a handshake on the street
Or the far pain of a cooled life -
Mme Une Telle or Joseph's wife -,
Greedily taste sweet things or sour,
Unable to let go the hour,
Neither the first peach fuzz, nor age,
Nor the curved line dragged off the page.
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