Fleur Adcock poem about Things

Things

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
and worse.

"Things" by Fleur Adcock, from Selected Poems. © Oxford University Press, 1986.

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