Night Poem by Michael Hofmann

Night

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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.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bill Wright 24 September 2016

Is this the tale of a solitary man in a bedsitter?

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Michael Hofmann

Michael Hofmann

Freiburg, West Germany
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