This poem is taken from PN Review 183, Volume 35 Number 1, September - October 2008.
VenezuelaThe Return
(Allen Curnow)
Old poet, old
salty Master-acrossthe-
street, last night
here in Caracas
while another downpour
made asphalt shine
and the sounds of
traffic glisten, I
dreamed you had returned
from 'Somewhere
Overseas', and seeing
you at your gate
crossed to greet you with
a welcoming hug.
Waking, I heard
the big rain smacking
...
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