This poem is taken from PN Review 194, Volume 36 Number 6, July - August 2010.
Six PoemsAmong Trees
after Umberto Saba
Art being a form of inaccuracy
the fountain stands
uncorrected, just west of
the orchestral hedge. Here too
we have added a lighthouse
but not for the navigation
of men – a water feature with
clamorous repertoire,
beneath which the old anxieties
gather like untuned guitars
with no one to play them.
The Mayor of Sault Contemplates the Mistral
With its curves and crumbling
extremities,
the road remains, as ever,
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