This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
Vendemmia
And your dialect blurred with locality, I think,
As the grapes with mist. We work along the rows
Stripping the bunches from the vines, while I puzzle
For sense in this tender meaningless conceit.
...
As the grapes with mist. We work along the rows
Stripping the bunches from the vines, while I puzzle
For sense in this tender meaningless conceit.
...
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