Dominic Leonard


On deleting a villanelle about my grandfather

Boulevard Montmartre, Effet de nuit, 1897


Looking down to waxy traffic, it is all I can do

to not weep like an
old, brass coin. And outside

the night
lying down
like a glove                and your astonishment

of hands, healing here
in this soft hotel.

And you—
the willowy streetlamp
I put my hands to



Dominic Leonard’s writing can be found in PN Review, Poetry London, the TLS, Pain and elsewhere. In 2019 he received an Eric Gregory Award, and his pamphlet, Antimasque, will be published by Broken Sleep in 2021. He lives and teaches in London.

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