Poems
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English, 2008, vol. 57 no. 218, pp. 125â126 doi:10.1093/english/efn022 f r o m Wa r r a n t E r r o r For Stephen ´ The red metronome on Letna hill sways like a lucky drunkard on its pedestal above the spires a restless reminder of rust and wreck. Or an antique windscreen wiper describing its arc upon a plane of smear and rain-wash heroic in a monochrome movie, tinted red With each wipe across the screen the determined visage of the driver clears. Itâs Josef Stalin the giant blocks with his pocks long blown to shatters but heâs still there waving yes and no to anyone who can see him # The Author 2008. Published by Oxford University Press on behalf of the English Association; all rights reserved. For Permissions, please email: journals.permissions@oxfordjournals.org 126 For Patricia The young couples in the crushed Amsterdam bar dance to Barry White in the old-fashioned way Later, aloft on Belgian beer, I murmur that I love you, but then slip away, like the dancers, into the night, knocking over bicycles chained to bollards, and singing; into my reverie so far in which we sit again drinking under the wooden