Another Room

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The   y   h   ave shifted m   e to a no

the r room & no w I h ear not hi ng

of the war. Th          rough the wind

ow a t     in     y gar     den. Had I the

stren   gth, I would plan   t a tree in

which I wo    uld ha    ng my silence

s from th       read     s. But I am an a

band  oned v  ess  el, wit h out urge

ncies. Why read? I loo  k f   or the o

verlooked; I now se   e t  hat the flo

or had be en there all a long. The w

allpap    er t    railing an obs   cure c

ode. T       hey c      heck on me from

t   im   e to time, & b   ring fo   od on

a tr      ay. They will try to ch     ok e

the room with l           aughter. Then

the ra    in: n    oth    ing but a water

c  age. Clouds b  rush a gain st my f

ace. At mo  st only a h  and  ful of st

ars are e    v    er v     isible from her

e; the brigh  test of the  se a hos pit

al that n          ever c        loses its do

ors—n             or o            pens them.

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