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.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

you posting this poem has saved me from my english gcse this afternoon

thank you

i owe you one...

Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Holly,

Thanks for stopping by. Always gklad to save anyone from anything.

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