This poem is taken from PN Review 175, Volume 33 Number 5, May - June 2007.
To a Gentleman of the King's BedchamberLovinge father from lovinge sonne:
beginning is no impediment even if
totters, starts and stops stud syntax;
end can be epiphany or void;
what vexes most: the deepest middle,
winds hanging as they do. Art
helps. I have a man who sends me
scenes and portraits: John Clerk
of Penicuick, merchant for me
au nom de Jesus sur le pont at Paris.
Lovinge father from lovinge sonne
I plod back home to them,
my family of pictures, fix my
Tintoretto at three hundred duckets
di banco firm in my mind, as prayers
fog middle distance, rheumy
...
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