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[chareji]

"You've Ruined My Evening / You've Ruined My Life" by Tom Raworth

i would be eight people and then the difficulties vanish
only as one i contain the complications
in a warm house roofed with the rib-cage of an elephant
i pass my grey mornings re-unning the reels
and the images are the same butthe emphasis shifts
the acors bow gently to me and i envy them
their repeated parts, their constant presence in the world

i would be eight people each inhabiting the others' dreams
walking through corridors of glass framed pages
telling each other the final lines of letters
picking fruit of one dream and storing it in an other
only as one i cntain the complications
and the images are the same, their constant presence in that world
the actors bow gently to each other and envy my grey mornings

i would be eight people with the rib-cage of an elephant
picking fruit in a warm house above actors bowing
re-running the reels of my presence in the world
the difficulties vanish and the images are the same
eight peope, glass corridors, page lines repeated
inhabiting grey mornings roofed with my complications
only as one walking gently storing my dream