This poem is taken from PN Review 53, Volume 13 Number 3, January - February 1987.
Writer's TinnitusSo it's come to this! Not only when you've
Just brought out a book, and not quite
Faintly praising: more like a hissing,
Not especially faint, and minus respite.
In sweeter terms, it's what you still remember
Fondly: the long continuous chirring
Of cicadas, through the night, in one or other
Long-left place - that tropic velvet,
That fecund heat - making a second, more stirring
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