Читать книгу The News - Jeffrey Brown - Страница 8

Dedication

To the porter in a Tucson hotel

who took my bag and asked:

Do you yourself love poetry?

Uniformed, night-shifted

a man crossing borders

in the satellite’s beam—

and now, he said, a reader of poems.

Chance and change in a desert hotel.

Imagine him there, the porter

imagining a wider world.

And you in it, you carried in it.