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- Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go10 lines - That note you hold, narrowing and rising, shakes
Like New Orleans reflected on the water,17 lines - Talking in bed ought to be easiest,
Lying together there goes back so far,12 lines, 1 comment - 'Dockery was junior to you,
Wasn't he?' said the Dean. 'His son's here now.'52 lines - Lonely in Ireland, since it was not home,
Strangeness made sense. The salt rebuff of speech,13 lines - Slowly the women file to where he stands
Upright in rimless glasses, silver hair,30 lines - Closed like confessionals, they thread
Loud noons of cities, giving back30 lines, 1 comment - When getting my nose in a book
Cured most things short of school,19 lines, 5 comments - This empty street, this sky to blandness scoured,
This air, a little indistinct with autumn15 lines - On shallow straw, in shadeless glass,
Huddled by empty bowls, they sleep:8 lines - In frames as large as rooms that face all ways
And block the ends of streets with giant loaves,32 lines - 'This was Mr Bleaney's room. He stayed
The whole time he was at the Bodies, till28 lines
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