This poem is taken from PN Review 222, Volume 41 Number 4, March - April 2015.
‘Through Humpolec’ and Other Poems
Through Humpolec
after Ivan Martin Jirous
Divorced from Vera, Zorka dead
I went with Jana to Znojmo
in her old car. Jokingly she said
we’re done if the brakes go
I’ve written nothing this last year
What if I died without a poem
about the land I loved round here,
my first and only home
Apricots
These are what the year perfects,
ripening briefly, to a fault –
a honeyed tang much like the salt
and streaming sweetness of your sex.
St Mark’s Fly
Rising temperature
...
after Ivan Martin Jirous
Divorced from Vera, Zorka dead
I went with Jana to Znojmo
in her old car. Jokingly she said
we’re done if the brakes go
I’ve written nothing this last year
What if I died without a poem
about the land I loved round here,
my first and only home
Apricots
These are what the year perfects,
ripening briefly, to a fault –
a honeyed tang much like the salt
and streaming sweetness of your sex.
St Mark’s Fly
Rising temperature
...
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