This poem is taken from PN Review 72, Volume 16 Number 4, March - April 1990.
Brick LaneWhoever has walked slowly down Brick Lane
in the darkening air and a stiff little
rain,
past the curry house with lascivious frescoes,
past the casual Sylheti sweat-shops and cafés
and the Huguenot silk attics of Fournier Street,
and the mosque that before was a synagogue and
before that a chapel,
whoever has walked down that darkening tunnel
...
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