Away from home,
I read the exiled poets—
Ovid, Brecht.
Then set my books that night
near the foot of the bed.
All night pretended they were the cat.
Not once
did I wake her.
Away from home,
I read the exiled poets—
Ovid, Brecht.
Then set my books that night
near the foot of the bed.
All night pretended they were the cat.
Not once
did I wake her.
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