This poem is taken from PN Review 125, Volume 25 Number 3, January - February 1999.
After the HurricaneTainted love
Goes the voice in the fairground song.
Tainted love.
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I watched the sea last night -
Its splintering pavilions -
And walk this evening
Counting broken roofs
To where they lie
A million years unseen -
The storm's gizzard stones:
Volleys of phospors
That rained on this peninsula
And smoke in every gutter's tributary of glass.
On the esp the gale's inventory:
Adzehead of Bethesda slate,
The pipit in his stripes;
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