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This poem is taken from PN Review 88, Volume 19 Number 2, November - December 1992.

for Donald Davie's 70th birthday: To a Yorkshireman In Devon Charles Tomlinson

Eden was never Abyssinian -
In spite of Milton and received opinion.
He chose, at last, the paradise within.
'Within'7, without the rest of it, sounds thin -
Even to one like me who, as you say,
Has gilded rural scenes inordinately:
I could not live only on leaves and grass
For all my equanimity, but let that pass.
Gurney thanked God for Gloucestershire. You see
At once how a mere county boundary
Could not explain the intentions of the Lord.
And yet, is it, Donald, utterly absurd
Like Edward Thomas to accept a war
Convinced it was Eden you were fighting for? -
That Eden Gurney found on midnight walks
Glimmering along boughs, up nettle stalks,
Through constellations that the Romans knew
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