Thursday, July 4, 2013

Anne Carson / A Station

Cruz y hojas
La Recoleta, Buenos Aires, 2008
Photo by Triunfo Arcinigas

A STATION
by Anne Carson

I was reading a life of George Eliot.
After Marring Cross
she caught laringytis
and three pages later lay in the grave.
“The grave was deep and narrow.”
Why so sad, I hardly knew her.
Saddest of all the little dropped comments.
Some passing Highgate:
Is it the late George Eliot’s wife going go to be buried?
Up the hill and through the rain by a road unknown
to Hampstead and a station.


Anne Carson
Hombres en sus horas libres
Editorial Pretextos, Valencia, 2007, p. 56



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