quarta-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2017

The Roses - Katherine Towers

Because my father will not stand again
beneath these swags of Himalayan Musk
nor stare for hours to see which stems are safe

and which need tying back, I have it in my mind
to let the roses pull our house down slowly
for a hundred years. Then I’ll come back

to find its wreck of thorns and brick, my father
lying on the bed in which he died
and blinking in the petal-scented light.

The Remedies. Katherine Towers. Picador, 2016.

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