Poem: ‘A Gift of a Rose’
Fred D’Aguiar, 25 October 1990
Two policemen (I remember there were at least two) stopped me and gave me a bunch of red, red roses. I nursed them with ice and water mixed with soluble aspirin. The roses had an instant bloom attracting stares and points from children; toddlers cried and ran.
This is not the season for roses everyone said, you must have done something to procure them. I argued I was simply flashed down and...