" A wound gives off its own light

surgeons say. 

If all the lamps in the house were turned out

you could dress this wound

by what shines from it. 

    

... Fairest reader I offer merely an analogy. "

Notes: Anne Carson's verses above are drawn from The Beauty of the Husband. The photograph is mine, taken en route ( June, 2026 )

 

Happening Now 

Small, red, and upright he waited,

gripping his new bookbag tight

in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with the other,

while the first snows of winter

floated down on his eyelashes and covered the branches around him and silenced

all trace of the world.” 

· Anne Carson ·

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