for Jenny Diski

Tiny room whose window was never opened
Curtain for the window
On the cane chair under the window

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Pale green even in the window
Emptying the basin out of the window
Halts by the window and gazes

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Lay on the ground under the window
Kneeling up to the window
An octagonal vaulted chamber with a balconied window

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Her bed had its back to the window
Through the curtainless window day stole in
She went to the other window

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Sitting at the table near the window, working
Opened windows into the wrong world
A gale, exploding against the window
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