This poem is taken from PN Review 45, Volume 12 Number 1, September - October 1985.
The Hotel Brown Poems1. Above every seaward-facing window
of the Hotel Brown is a canopy. At night
the perfumes of the garden will delight you . . .
It is a good place to fall in love
and a good place to write, though neither
is obligatory. You must, however,
praise the light, the changing colours
of the sea at dawn and dusk: these are
the divinities of the place. Amen.
2. Once in the cool, blue restaurant
of the Hotel Brown a friend said to me, -
'You don't realise how much your openness
frightens people: it hits them like a wave,'
and I smiled, not because his words
amused me, but because the scent of peppers
grilling in the kitchen overwhelmed me.
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