On Walking Backwards by Anne Carson

My mother forbad us to walk backwards. That is how the dead

walk, she would say. Where did she get this idea? Perhaps from a 

bad translation. The dead, after all, do not walk backwards but 

they do walk behind us. They have no lungs and cannot call out

but would love for us to turn around. They are victims of love,

many of them.

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