This poem is taken from PN Review 47, Volume 12 Number 3, January - February 1986.
Poems and TranslationsOHIO
France is my watchlight,
England is my tree,
Spain is my city wall,
My sword is Italy.
Ireland's my strong arm,
Germany my word,
Ohio is my heart's love,
And prophecy my Lord.
Build me a high house,
Angels at the eaves.
Grow me an apple tree
With a thousand silver leaves.
Grow me a pear tree,
A daughter of the sun.
Put yellow pears upon it
And bless them every one.
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