This poem is taken from PN Review 236, Volume 43 Number 6, July - August 2017.
Three Poems
Hereford Hop
for Tom
Meanwhile, I said, I have brought you a hundred grammes of Hereford Hop
from the expensive farm shop
at Stretton under Fosse
where the legions pass and pass
on their way from Bath
to Lutterworth.
Meanwhile, you said, according
to the Samsung
in the beginning
even kings
were led by the nose,
by the plosive
light of stars
that pales and passes, passes
as the soul upon its way
in perpetuity.
Who knows what
...
for Tom
Meanwhile, I said, I have brought you a hundred grammes of Hereford Hop
from the expensive farm shop
at Stretton under Fosse
where the legions pass and pass
on their way from Bath
to Lutterworth.
Meanwhile, you said, according
to the Samsung
in the beginning
even kings
were led by the nose,
by the plosive
light of stars
that pales and passes, passes
as the soul upon its way
in perpetuity.
Who knows what
...
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