This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
1967-1971I lived in an L-shaped room, my chair was
almost directly behind the door, so that,
when I was sitting in it, I was virtually
the last thing in the whole room to be seen.
visitors would have to describe a small
circle in order to face me, crouching
On my chair with a book, early one evening
I read most of David Copperfield, put it
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