This poem is taken from PN Review 31, Volume 9 Number 5, May - June 1983.
PoemI see rain falling and the leaves
Yellowing over Eden, whose
Brown waters flood below the house
Where, thirty-five years on, I live.
So long is it since first we met,
And in another world, it seems,
Where, out of pocket, down at heels,
Night after night in Rathbone Place
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