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The vacuum

By: Howard Nemerov Illuminated by: Anthony Herron. The vacuum. The house is so quiet now. The vacuum cleaner sulks in the corner closet, . Its bag limp as a stopped lung, its mouth. Grinning into the floor, maybe at my. Slovenly life, my dog-dead youth. I’ve lived this way long enough,

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The vacuum

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  1. By: Howard Nemerov Illuminated by: Anthony Herron The vacuum

  2. The house is so quiet now

  3. The vacuum cleaner sulks in the corner closet, 

  4. Its bag limp as a stopped lung, its mouth

  5. Grinning into the floor, maybe at my

  6. Slovenly life, my dog-dead youth.

  7. I’ve lived this way long enough, But when my old woman died her soul

  8. Went into that vacuum cleaner, and I can’t bear

  9. To see the bag swell like a belly, eating the dust    And the woolen mice, and begin to howl

  10. Because there is old filth everywhere

  11. She used to crawl, in the corner and under the stair.

  12. I know now how life is cheap as dirt,    And still the hungry, angry heart    Hangs on and howls, biting at air.

  13. The house is so quiet now The vacuum cleaner sulks in the cornercloset,    Its bag limp as a stopped lung, its mouth    Grinning into the floor, maybe at my Slovenly life, my dog-dead youth. I’ve lived this way long enough, But when my old woman died her soul Went into that vacuum cleaner, and I can’t bear    To see the bag swell like a belly, eating the dust    And the woolen mice, and begin to howl Because there is old filth everywhere She used to crawl, in the corner and under the stair.    I know now how life is cheap as dirt,    And still the hungry, angry heart    Hangs on and howls, biting at air.

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