This poem is taken from Stand 224, 17(4) December 2019 - February 2020.

Jean Harrison Two Poems
Here is a room
   With thanks to J. Kates’ translation of Nikolai Berkov

Here is my room, at least
it’s half my room. Which half?  
Are the carpet, the furniture,
the air evenly divided?

Here is my room, on the far wall
a drawing of us playing Scrabble
fixed there motionless
as long as the picture survives.

Here is my room, on two walls
water-colours of peonies,
plum blossom, chrysanths
you brought from China

but maybe it’s a more matter
of your radio on my table
your books in my bookcase
my bum on your sofa.

Here is a room that’s become ours
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