This poem is taken from PN Review 166, Volume 32 Number 2, November - December 2005.
Delayed Response'Ronsard me celebroit'
I like at times to picture one
turned seventy like me now who'll
scan with weak eyes a poem that
hints gaily at our goings-on
then slipping present whereabouts
go back to see us lying there
lit by a fading afternoon
limned in few phrases frank enough
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