This poem is taken from PN Review 65, Volume 15 Number 3, January - February 1989.
Two PoemsA Change of Heart
No more half-peeled lemons
with the twist of rind
a fly has just alighted on
nor glass of last night's wine,
the lip-print breathed around its rim,
shed petal with a dew-drop formed now
and your eye distorted there,
the fallen books, sheet-music, gone
or, left dustily to lie,
a broken-stringed guitar...
- Ten wasted years!
That nature morte, that still life
you'd have cleared away.
I couldn't not agree,
sickened by paraphernalia
...
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