Poem: ‘Cockroach Story’
Anthony Thwaite, 14 June 1990
The reason for a cockroach in a story must differ from the reason for a cockroach in a kitchen.
Leon Wieseltier, TLS
It was not home. It was in Tokyo At half-past ten at night or thereabouts. I went into the kitchen, flicked the switch, And saw him crouching on the table’s edge.
He was enormous, brown, and very still. His feathery branches waited, so it seemed, For further...