Room in Brooklyn Poem by Anne Carson

Room in Brooklyn

Rating: 5.0


This
slow
day
moves
Along the room
I
hear
its
axles
go
A gradual dazzle
upon
the ceiling
Gives me that
racy
bluishyellow
feeling
As hours
blow
the wide
way
Down my afternoon.

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