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| self portrait |
This Room
This room for instance:
is that an empty coach
that waits below?
Promises, promises,
tell them nothing
for my sake.
I remember parasols,
an esplanade beside the sea,
yet these flowers...
Must I ever remain behind-
listening, smoking,
scribbling down the next far thing?
I light a cigarette
and adjust the window shade.
There is a noise in the street
growing fainter, fainter.
Raymond Carver
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| Astrid and Stu |
Photography by Astrid Kirchherr
