This poem is taken from PN Review 142, Volume 28 Number 2, November - December 2001.
Seven PoemsThe Poisons of Right and Left
for Czeslaw Milosz
You are what you have got
and; to love, you have to hate.
Two ideas that have killed and maimed
holocausts and myriads.
D.C.
City where aircraft are hung
as art, and security admits people
to the colonnaded floors
of horizontal beige skyscrapers
haunted by ideals and vast men.
Mars At Perigee
An apricot star
glittering, like a drop of desert rain
on the east night sky,
that was Mars at perigee;
the acrid sweet pulp around
the seed of a red passionfruit
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