New Numbers b y Christopher Logue I If this book doesnt 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 ID: 587102
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Forward to New Numbers
by Christopher LogueSlide2
I
If this book
doesn’t
change
youSlide3
g
ive it no house spaceSlide4
If having read it,
you are the same person
y
ou were before
picking it upSlide5
t
hen throw it awaySlide6
Not
enough for me
that my poems shine
in your eyeSlide7
Not enough for me that they
look
from
your
wallsSlide8
or lurk from your shelvesSlide9
I want my poems to be in
your mindSlide10
s
o you can say them
when you are in loveSlide11
so you can say them
when the plane takes offSlide12
and death comes nearSlide13
I want my poems
to come
between
the raised
stick
and the cowering backSlide14
I want my poems to
become a weapon
in your
trembling handsSlide15
a
sword whose blade both makes and mirrorsSlide16
B
ut most of allSlide17
I want my poemsSlide18
sungSlide19
unthinkingly between your lipsSlide20
l
ike airSlide21
If this book doesn’t change you
give it no house space;
if having read it you
are the same person you
were 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 off
and death comes near;
I want my poems to come between
the raised stick and the cowering back,
I want my poems to become
a weapon in your trembling hands,
a sword whose blade both makes and mirrors change;
but most of all I want my poems sung
unthinkingly between your lips like air.
New Numbers