And here we go again.
“Things” by Fleur Adcock from Poems: 1960-2000. © Bloodaxe Books.
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.
Monday. Feel like I’m waiting for the gallows gate to drop beneath me as I wait on this editorial letter. Ugh. It would be something, for once, not to be terrified.
I was intrigued when I read Wee Free Men and saw Pratchett use “Yan, tan, tetra.” It sounded close to real, and sure enough, it was. I want to learn to count to twenty…
I was intrigued when I read Wee Free Men and saw Pratchett use “Yan, tan, tetra.” It sounded close to real, and sure enough, it was. I want to learn to count to twenty…
Heh. Nice sheep-counting.Nice poem, too…
Heh. Nice sheep-counting.
Nice poem, too…