the noise that colours make

January 20, 2017

fire

Perhaps he was mad. In the seventh grade he had done a science project on this worry. It was the year he began to wonder about the noise that colours make. Roses came roaring across the garden at him. He lay on his bed at night listening to the silver light of stars crashing against the window screen. Most of those he interviewed for the science project had to admit they did not hear the cries of the roses being burned alive in the noonday sun.

Anne Carson
Autobiography of Red