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Rooms

Rooms by Kathleen Jamie (b. 1962) ' Though I love this travelling life and yearn like ships docked, I long for rooms to open with my bare hands, and there discover the wonderful, say a ship's prow rearing, and a ladder of rope thrown down. Though young, I'm weary: I'm all rooms at present, all doors fastened against me; but once admitted start craving and swell for a fine, listing ocean-going prow no man in creation can build me.' Reprinted by permission of Bloodaxe from The Queen of Sheba ©Kathleen Jamie 1994.

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