These pages right at the end intrigue me:
There are about 5 of them
left blank
So before reading
I take note:
it is the 10th of January
In the afternoon
I see a folded page
corner somewhere
between the middle
and the end
Verse says: "After all I was married twice"
(but the cuts do not match)
Anne is so nice to me
I can't even begin to compare here with my most recent wife.
I wonder: what was she like with both her husbands?
- and -
Will I ever get a second chance?
When we separated I'd left an Anne
Carson book at her house.
It was very hard meeting her afterwards
and getting it back.
Perhaps libraries shouldn't ever
be repossessed.
If it was the other way
around I would have surely
kept the book and start reading it
the minute she left
up until
I found something there
(an answer)
But things are not like that.
She never read the books
I gave her all the way
through anyway
And I wouldn't have found and answer
But perhaps
I would hold on to something of hers
until it became her
or
until it was no longer
her
And it became mine
Something of a part of me
who no longer
longed for her.
All of this I read in one verse
And wrote it in the back of the book.
[1-10-2012]
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