Hotels, hospitals, jails
are homes in yourself you return to
as some do to Garbo movies.
Cities become personal,
particular buildings and addresses:
someone lies dead.
Then the music from windows
writes a lovenote-summons on the air.
And you're infested with angels!
James Tate
1 comentário:
credo, isto é belíssimo, mas tão desassombrado que assusta!
beijos e abraços e boa viagem à santa terrinha, linda!
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