This poem is taken from PN Review 116, Volume 23 Number 6, July - August 1997.
Two Poems
Georgics
1 The Field\
In the field a labourer works
alone, the job is specialised.
He cuts his tractor into a turn
early, for the spraying boom
which leaves a misted glass of air
over the hedgerows at the top.
Though he is trapped and I am
trapped
we cannot share a common place
and the living brings him in
pursuit of his unspoken ends
and he gears up to the last
edging of this placeless field.
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