Michael Hofmann

(Freiburg, West Germany)

Night - Poem by Michael Hofmann

It's all right
Unless you're either lonely or under attack.
That strange effortful
Repositioning of yourself. Laundry, shopping,
Hours, the telephone—unless misinformed—
Only ever ringing for you, if it ever does.
The night—yours to decide,
Among drink, or books, or lying there.
On your back, or curled up.

Topic(s) of this poem: lonely


Comments about Night by Michael Hofmann

  • (9/24/2016 5:53:00 AM)

    Solitude
    Is this the tale of a solitary man in a bedsitter? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 24, 2015



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