|Cruz y hojas|
La Recoleta, Buenos Aires, 2008
Photo by Triunfo Arcinigas
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.
Hombres en sus horas libres
Editorial Pretextos, Valencia, 2007, p. 56