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Up -- Margaret Atwood

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    UP You wake up filled with dread. There seems no reason for it. Morning light sifts through the window, there is birdsong, you can t get out of bed. It s
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      UP
       
      You wake up filled with dread.
      There seems no reason for it.
      Morning light sifts through the window,
      there is birdsong,
      you can't get out of bed.
       
      It's something about the crumpled sheets
      hanging over the edge like jungle
      foliage, the terry slippers gaping
      their dark pink mouths for your feet,
      the unseen breakfast--some of it
      in the refrigerator you do not dare
      to open--you do not dare to eat.
       
      What prevents you? The future. The future tense,
      immense as outer space.
      You could get lost there.
      No. Nothing so simple. The past, its destiny
      and drowned events pressing you down,
      like sea water, like gelatin
      filling your lungs instead of air.
       
      Forget that and let's get up.
      Try moving your arm.
      Try moving your head.
      Pretend the house is on fire
      and you must run or burn.
      No, that one's useless.
      It's never worked before.
       
      Where is it coming from, this echo,
      this huge No that surrounds you,
      silent as the folds of the yellow
      curtains, mute as the cheerful
       
      Mexican bowl with its cargo
      of mummified flowers?
      (You chose the colours of the sun,
      not the dried neutrals of shadow.
      God knows you've tried.)
       
      Now here's a good one:
      You're lying on your deathbed.
      You have one hour to live.
      Who is it, exactly, you have needed
      all these years to forgive?
       
      ~ Margaret Atwood ~
       
      (Morning in the Burned House)



       

       
       

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