Poem: ‘Glove’
Anne Carson, 22 September 2011
What did he want from me. I visit old Europe. I fail at purity.
I do not find Marietta. I didn’t really look for Marietta. I wouldn’t know how to recognise the woman.
Atrocity tourism offers the poet many an opportunity to get pure.
Before leaving for Krakow I got a call to visit Lezek.
Now you have seen her perhaps you will be inspired. Turning to the camera.
A tree with split...