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A poem recommended by Peter Hardy:

I said to myself: three days

and you’ll be seven years old.

I was saying it to stop

the round, turning world

into cold, blue-black space.

But I felt: you are an I,

you are an Elizabeth,

you are one of them.

Why should you be one, too?

I scarcely dared to look

to see what it was I was.

I gave a sidelong glance

I couldn’t look any higher—

at shadowy gray knees,

trousers and skirts and boots

and different pairs of hands

lying under the lamps.

I know that nothing stranger

had ever happened, that nothing

stranger could ever happen.

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