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:

  1. Anonymous5:06 AM

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

    thank you

    i owe you one...

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  2. Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D.7:14 AM

    Holly,

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

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