Woo-hoo: four poems in this week’s TLS! Here’s one, a sonnet in the form of Rimbaud’s ‘Voyelles’, titled “Crowded Hour”:

A, Tangerine, lipstick 1962, daring
hint of flame and wild behaviour,
E, lemon, sour surprise and rave, your
suspicious self out for a welcome airing
on Fifth Avenue, your midday saviour
a transparent fellow spirit, the caring
caress of a martini smoothly preparing
your conscience to accept a second favour –
bartender’s gift of one half-empty bottle –
I, corn silk hair, love at full throttle,
O, blue shadows, delicate gloom
pricked with traffic lights in the evening air –
U, olive green of underwater hair –
scuba, the acronym, in the crowded room.