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Forward to New Numbers

Forward to New Numbers. b y Christopher Logue. I. If this book doesn’t change you. g ive it no house space. If having read it, you are the same person y ou were before picking it up. t hen throw it away. Not enough for me that my poems shine in your eye.

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Forward to New Numbers

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  1. Forward to New Numbers by Christopher Logue

  2. I If this book doesn’t change you

  3. give it no house space

  4. If having read it, you are the same person you were before picking it up

  5. then throw it away

  6. Notenough for me that my poems shine in your eye

  7. Not enough for me that they look from your walls

  8. or lurk from your shelves

  9. I want my poems to be in your mind

  10. so you can say them when you are in love

  11. so you can say them when the plane takes off

  12. and death comes near

  13. I want my poems to come between the raised stick and the cowering back

  14. I want my poems to become a weapon in your trembling hands

  15. a sword whose blade both makes and mirrors

  16. But most of all

  17. I want my poems

  18. sung

  19. unthinkingly between your lips

  20. like air

  21. New Numbers If this book doesn’t change yougive it no house space;if having read it youare the same person youwere before picking it up,then throw it away.Not enough for methat my poems shine in your eye;not enough for methat they look from your wallsor lurk on your shelves;I want my poems to be in your mindso you can say them when you are in loveso you can say them when the plane takes offand death comes near;I want my poems to come betweenthe raised stick and the cowering back,I want my poems to becomea weapon in your trembling hands,a sword whose blade both makes and mirrors change;but most of all I want my poems sungunthinkingly between your lips like air.

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