Four Poems from ‘The Beauty of the Husband’
Anne Carson, 13 April 2000
Word that overnight showed up on all the walls of my life inscribed simpliciter no explanation. What is the power of the unexplained. There he was one day (new town) in a hayfield outside my school standing under a black umbrella in a raw picking wind. I never asked how he got there a distance of maybe three hundred miles. To ask
would break some rule. Have you ever...