The Hat (English)
A green hat is blowing through Harvard Square and no one is trying to catch it. Whoever has lost it has given up – perhaps, because his wife was cheating, he took it off and threw it like a frisbee, trying to decapitate a statue of a woman in her middle years who doesn’t look anything like his wife. This wind wouldn’t lift the hat alone, and any man would be glad to keep it. I can imagine – as it tumbles along, gusting past cars, people, lampposts – it sitting above a dark green suit. The face between them would be bearded and not unhealthy, yet. The eyes would be green, too – an all green man thinking of his wife in another bed, these thoughts all through the green hat, like garlic in the pores, and no one, no one pouncing on the hat to put it on. Uploaded by | Répás Norbert |
Publisher | Vintage Digital |
Source of the quotation | Selected Poems |
Bookpage (from–to) | 42-42 |
Publication date | 2002 |
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