dimecres, 16 de gener de 2013

a spiral notebook

he estat rellegint els poemes de Kooser -llegits al 2008- i no m'han agradat tant com recordava. m'agraden però no tant, i aquest no tant ha sigut dolorós -una mica, almenys- El poema que comentava l'altre dia.

A spiral notebook

The bright wire rolls like a porpoise
in and out of the calm blue sea
of the cover, or perhaps like a sleeper
twisting in and out of his dreams,
for it could hold a record of dreams
if you wanted to buy it for that
though it seems to be meant for 
more serious work, with its 
college-ruled lines and its cover
that states in emphatic white letters,
a part of growing old is no longer 
to have five subjects, each
demanding an equal share of attention,
set apart by brown cardboard dividers,
but instead to stand in a drugstore
and hang on to one subject
a little too long, like this notebook
you weigh in your hands, passing
your fingers over its surfaces
as if it were some kind of wonder.

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