This poem is taken from PN Review 35, Volume 10 Number 3, January - February 1984.
PoemsVALLE DE OAXACA
for Roberto Donis
Trumpeters
from the Comandancia militar
in the last glare of day
are practising a fanfare:
their notes float off
buffeted by walls
into a shower of chromatics
that falls round the ears of the women at the washing trough:
a celebration? You might call it that
as it harmonises with the tones
that toll from Santo Domingo -
a celebration, but of what?
Oh it's a desultory enough affair
I know: perhaps little more
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