quarta-feira, 18 de janeiro de 2012

Um poema de Srikanth Reddy



If there is a story, it is this. At one point I had

tears in my eyes. Now I consider the light of

morning in a major university, reflecting on the

failure of reason in Alice in Wonderland. Each

week, I plan an assignment. Students, interrogate

form down to the last comma. Students, broadcast

the crimes of history. In March, the government,

mired once again in a morass of confusion

and double-dealing, had no way of explaining

American casualties in the war. It had neither

inside nor outside, like a long ago fire in the

world.


Voyager de Srikanth Reddy, 2011, 144 pp.

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