Kirchherr and Carver

self portrait

This Room

This room for instance:
is that an empty coach
that waits below?
        Promises, promises,
        tell them nothing
        for my sake.

I remember parasols,
an esplanade beside the sea,
yet these flowers...

        Must I ever remain behind-
        listening, smoking,
        scribbling down the next far thing?

I light a cigarette
and adjust the window shade.
There is a noise in the street
growing fainter, fainter.

Raymond Carver

Astrid and Stu

Photography by Astrid Kirchherr