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Poetiskt påskågg

Jag gillar när en får en poetisk överraskning när en “visar sidkälla”, i det här fallet på en random sida av Robin Sloan. Charles Simics dikt “Empire of Dreams”:

On the first page of my dreambook
It’s always evening
In an occupied country.
Hour before the curfew.
A small provincial city.
The houses all dark.
The storefronts gutted.

I am on a street corner
Where I shouldn’t be.
Alone and coatless
I have gone out to look
For a black dog who answers to my whistle.
I have a kind of Halloween mask
Which I am afraid to put on.