This poem is taken from PN Review 37, Volume 10 Number 5, March - April 1984.
Modernist VerbsCatching the. tones of voice at turn of tide;
Catching the metre in which minds confide;
Catching the breath as Europe tilted and the lives began to slide.
Cracking the mould to let the germins loose;
Cracking Buddha's repose; the Druids' truce;
Cracking the whip as sickles curtsey round the shock slumped in its
noose.
Picking the flower called love-in-idleness;
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