Three Poems
Michael Hofmann, 5 May 1988
“... Biology The brick ship of Victorian science steamed on, ivy beard, iron beams and stairs, iron paddleboat pillars. A pair of whiskery Germans, father and son, had specialised in fixing in glass some of the degenerative conditions of fruit. A split blue peach, a bough laden with gangrene – all pocked, opaque, Venetian, venereal ... Dry air, manila light, cardboard and silence, anything to stave off the time when the exhibits will revert to silica, parrot feathers and wire ... ”