This poem is taken from PN Review 112, Volume 23 Number 2, November - December 1996.

Three Poems

K.W. Gransden


Your Blue-Eyed World

Your blue-eyed world is fun like a good child's,
Where houses have no numbers and nobody lives
In towns, but in thatched villages handy for cathedrals
And the vicar calls. Whatever you wanted
Came with a voluntary smile from Saturn's orchards.

In once-republican Eden, that ghostly garden,
Did a few of you linger, politely denying
The blatant snitch. 'We'd never have dreamed of
Trespass, besides, we have all the fruit we need' -
While the rest of us trod our dark infected road.

Oh never as a child could you have stared with me
Through sweetshop windows into temptation,
And how in your glass palace can you catch
My wordless cry, the starving rage of love,
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