The Revision

I still liked anyothertime,
anyotherplace, which means most
of my life, but it was now,
here, so I felt my life becoming sad. and I was thinking this
too shall pass into later.
somewherelse. but I was getting sadder.
so I saw a new now and a new here. later.
and this now and this here
would be excluded from anyothertime
anyotherplace. later.

and I began thinking about anyothertime
anyotherplace. which means most
of my life.

and I didn't like it anymore.


A. E. Bulman, "The Revision"
Poetry in issue 66, Summer 1976, The Paris Review