This poem is taken from PN Review 153, Volume 30 Number 1, September - October 2003.
Two PoemsDue to a typesetting error, these two poems appeared in PNR 152 in their uncorrected proof version. We reprint the corrected text here, with apologies to the author and to our readers.
The Merle Asleep
Asked the Merle, of Sleep,
Are you the kingdom of sand or the blessèd moon?
Asked the Merle, asleep,
Who are these blindered travellers
choiring Amazing Grace, Haunted Heart.
All the Things You Are,
while I can only speak
of thimbleberry, limestone and wheat,
of power lines and poles and shattered oaks
though I'd prefer by far to sing,
I who can only speak?
Said the Merle, fearing sleep,
I am the colour of deep night
and I fear what night will bring,
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