Postcard from Bali—On Reading by Neil Flatman

On Reading

Donaghy and Gilbert, flipping
poems in the sun. Donaghy was still
bound tight, but Gilbert
well thumbed, strained until I broke
his spine, him
spilling out, page by page
on a wind I’d otherwise
never have noticed

by Neil Flatman

Editor’s Note: Anyone who has read Jack Gilbert’s work will understand the relationship of this poem to many of his-the ordinary imagery caught by the last few lines’ realization.


One response to “Postcard from Bali—On Reading by Neil Flatman”

  1. Joan Kantor Avatar

    This is an exquisitely crafted and moving poem. This is one to savor and save to reread.

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