Once, at a meeting, I was asked
to describe a poet’s day. So
I did:
I get up and make porridge for the children.
I take one child to school or study at home with the other.
I take the other child to school.
I go to the grocer’s shop.
I meet some friends in the town.
I talk on the telephone at home.
I do the laundry.
I clean the room.
I read a newspaper.
I write a little.
I make food for someone.
I eat.
I put one child in the bath and then settle it for sleep.
I make the bed.
I lie down.
I discuss the day’s news with my wife.
If I am not very tired, I read.
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It was like this, or a little different.
It is like this, or a little different.
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