This poem is taken from PN Review 105, Volume 22 Number 1, September - October 1995.
Two PoemsEuropa
for Lindsay and Phoebe Clare Clarke
The sun stands naked
out of the shade, in a space
of poppies and fig-trees,
an empty space
where Greeks and Romans
built their worlds.
Over all
the breath of the bull-god,
the sear of lightning that burned
a blackness into the light.
What havoc it caused -
columns, sarcophagi,
a headless female statue,
the dome of St Titus,
emptied,
...
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