An unexpected consequence
Of mine (and one that shows how well
It really went, in a scary sense)
Is at its most perceptible
When I happen to observe a nose
With the hump of which my nose is rid
(Though not my psyche, you’d suppose)
And feel the sighting visited
By what a lord might call a kind
Of pity: distant, tinged with scorn...
A thing you’d more expect to find
In someone to his beauty born.
Source: Poetry (March 2013).
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This poem originally appeared in the March 2013 issue of Poetry magazine
Dan Brown’s most recent book of poems is Taking the Occasion (Ivan R. Dee, 2008), which won The New Criterion Poetry Prize. His Why Bach? is an online appreciation of the composer.
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