At the Brasserie Lipp

Seated at a table in the celebrated Brasserie Lipp, the author experiences 'this in- / fernal ticking in the ink' and finds memory coming alive, recovering past moments as intensely present, spots of time which vivify him and his past. Through memory and poetry he experiences revelation of a Christian depth. England is a familiar yet now a foreign country, the author having written for years in French. 'English becomes / a strange tongue echoing readily with names / gainrising with the new-born