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
"Things" by Fleur Adcock, from Selected Poems. © Oxford University Press, 1986.
from the Writer's Almanac.
Friday, February 8, 2008