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Robert Berold
To My Room
To My Room
To My Room
When I moved here you were much darker,so I put in windows and the aerial bookshelf
that runs around above head height. Now
I sleep with a weight of books above me.
I want to cover them, like birds, to keep them quiet.
I’ve slept three thousand nights in your arms.
You have absorbed my snoring and my dreams.
Your walls have seen dogs, spiders, frogs, snakes too,
and once a porcupine ambled through.
The trees are coming into leaf today.
I tell you this slowly because you’ve never been outside.
© 2008, Robert Berold
From: All the Days
Publisher: Deep South, Grahamstown
From: All the Days
Publisher: Deep South, Grahamstown
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To My Room
When I moved here you were much darker,so I put in windows and the aerial bookshelf
that runs around above head height. Now
I sleep with a weight of books above me.
I want to cover them, like birds, to keep them quiet.
I’ve slept three thousand nights in your arms.
You have absorbed my snoring and my dreams.
Your walls have seen dogs, spiders, frogs, snakes too,
and once a porcupine ambled through.
The trees are coming into leaf today.
I tell you this slowly because you’ve never been outside.
From: All the Days
To My Room
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