Forlag Faber and Faber
Utgivelsesår 2003
Format Paperback
ISBN13 9780571216543
Sider 192
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They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you
And light, unanswerable and tall and wide,
Forbids the scar to heal, and drives
Shame out of hiding. All the unhurried day
Your mind lay open like a drawer of knives.
What calls me is that lifted, rough-tongued bell
(Art, if you like) whose individual sound
Insists I too am individual.
So to hear it said
He walked out on the whole crowd
Leaves me flushed and stirred,
Like Then she undid her dress
Or Take that you bastard;
Surely I can, if he did?