This poem is taken from PN Review 88, Volume 19 Number 2, November - December 1992.
To Donald Davie: On the Tongue
The tang and touch on the tongue,
The pause, the creep, the quick advance and then
The verbs which we move among,
The nouns that alter their meanings again and again,
The poem which turns to song
The awkward adjective,
The thin-worn noun, the verb that seemed to grow stale.
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