Those first three verses are extraordinary.
Much appreciated.
Claire
----- Original Message -----
From: "Dominic Fox" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Tuesday, November 05, 2002 12:15 PM
Subject: Lines composed while waiting for a number 22 bus
> The hard thing is not coming
> to confession, but tearing
> myself away from it.
>
> I cannot find
> in myself a stone
> on which to break vanity:
>
> I am soft, not stonelike,
> and vanity covers my softness
> like a gauze.
>
> * * *
>
> This week my 28th birthday slunk by.
> I am too young, still, to indulge
> in proper remorse. Even my first
>
> marriage holds fast, all five months of it.
> What went before was nothing, a waste
> I almost said of spirit, but not that:
>
> of effort solely, exertion bent
> on self-defeat. I don't deserve my wife
> or my son. That goes without saying.
>
> * * *
>
> There was some work I said
> that I would finish, and now cannot.
> I may not even be much of a poet
>
> but I can normalize a database
> and know that there is really nothing to it.
> The world of work is where my days are spent.
>
> I want to join Greenpeace, and join or start
> a co-op. Neither will bring back my youth,
> thank god. I cannot go on as before.
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