This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
Memories of CochinThrough high defiles of warehouses that dwarf
With undetermined age the passer-by,
We walk toward the ancient wharf,
Assailed by smells - sweet, pungent, bitter, dry:
The perfumed plunder of a continent.
To this shore Roman, Moslem, Christian, Jew
Were gathered by the dense, sharp scent;
Absorbed now in the once-outlandish view
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