Work-Book

1   T-I| vermilion title, no cedar-oiled paper,~no white bosses, ‘horns’
2   T-I|        on a wintry day,~and the paper itself is exposed to the
3 T-III|       shame:~not a line of this paper teaches about love.~Such
4 T-III|        of fear.~Can you see the paper’s colour, bloodless pale?~
5  T-IV|      down, too, as I write,~the paper has been soaked by my weeping,~
6   T-V|   silent voices to and fro,~and paper and hands perform the acts
7  ExIV|       three words on a sheet of paper?~I scarcely believe it myself,