25 mars 2022
https://www.openedition.org/12554 , info:eu-repo/semantics/openAccess
Jack Beeching, « To The Memory of Thomas McGrath », Presses universitaires de la Méditerranée, ID : 10.4000/books.pulm.12278
As the sun drops down, at the fall of the leaf,Tom has gone off westward out of DacotahTo the place where everyone waits for friends.Men grow taller, as the good old movies knew,When an October sun drops slowly downAnd shadows lengthen before the blizzard comes.The cocktail waitress knows better than to hustle,There are no themes to mark, wives never butt inOn the first line of a poetic meditation.Leaves turn the colour of beer, or that girl’s hair,Or a smoker’s index finger, or of jerky.Thos...