BEGIN YOUR LETTER TO THE ONE WHO'S COMING NEXT

I said there'd been a flood.

I said there's nothing left.

I hoped that you would come.

I gave you my address.

(...)

The wounded forms appear:

The loss, the full extent;

And simple kindness here,

The solitude of strength.

SINTO UM EMBARAÇO TREMENDO PELAS MINHAS DESCOBERTAS TARDIAS. HÁ MAIS DE ANOS COM O 'DEAR HEATHER', DO MEU PRECIOSO COHEN, E SÓ AGORA VIM DAR O DEVIDO VALOR A 'THE LETTERS'.