This poem is taken from PN Review 225, Volume 42 Number 1, September - October 2015.
‘The Migrant’ & others‘The Migrant’ & other poems
The Migrant
I remember
how one time in spring
coming home from school
on a violet evening,
long before I reached,
in that shadow-casting line
of wall-to-wall terrace houses,
no. 39,
I could hear a bizarre
jangling cacophony
and, drawing closer,
was amazed to see
in a branch of our bottlebrush
a spectacular jewel,
an annunciatory,
revelatory angel:
...
I remember
how one time in spring
coming home from school
on a violet evening,
long before I reached,
in that shadow-casting line
of wall-to-wall terrace houses,
no. 39,
I could hear a bizarre
jangling cacophony
and, drawing closer,
was amazed to see
in a branch of our bottlebrush
a spectacular jewel,
an annunciatory,
revelatory angel:
...
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