Sappho in Her Study

    The files in the filing cabinet

    Are all talking at once.

    Mumble jumble， say the files

    In the filing cabinet.

    The desk， discreet，

    Discloses nothing.

    Rough drafts live

    A roustabout life，

    Tumbling from shelves，

    While books， published

    and smugly replete，

    No longer feel the need

    To compete.

    Stationery sprawls，

    Casual as sunbathers.

    In the locked drawer，

    Love letters lie.