Thursday, January 26, 2006
Photo Credit: Phyllis Bramson
Things
By Fleur Adcock
There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.
there are worse things than these miniature betrayals,
committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things
than not being able to sleep for thinking about them.
It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in
and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse.
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2 comments:
you posting this poem has saved me from my english gcse this afternoon
thank you
i owe you one...
Holly,
Thanks for stopping by. Always gklad to save anyone from anything.
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