This poem is taken from PN Review 76, Volume 17 Number 2, November - December 1990.
Two PoemsTRYING TO REMEMBER THE FUTURE
It's not all that easy, a rhyme
for November,
without listening among
the other falling
months of the year,
days that still glow
among cooling ashes: remember
how the fire
of late afternoons
can blind through the lattice -
work of veins
and leafless tracery? It flares
the edges of things, so low
down the night
is near,
but so clarified in its brilliance
the future, let us
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