This poem is taken from PN Review 174, Volume 33 Number 4, March - April 2007.
MentchikoffsThe special comforts of a Russian prince
Sold by a small shop in a cobbled street
Found seemingly by chance... Do you recall
Those sweetmeats, almonds coated in burnt sugar,
Tasting like Fabergé made edible,
We gorged upon one afternoon at Chartres?
The shop stood in the shadow of that house
Which holds a fragment of the Virgin's dress.
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