Monday, May 11, 2009

Robin Blaser: 18 May 1925 - 7 May 2009

Robin Blaser and David Farwell

photograph by Carol Reid

the friend passing through the bedroom, the forest, the sea,
the city, the brown grass, the mountain, the fountain, the
friendship could hear the dream-talk - the garble - the
language withholding the words - the non-sense catch at
what he cried out of

from envoi, Charms

1 comment:

  1. From Jamie Reid's "homage to jack spicer" (pooka press, 2009):

    This poem shouldn't end this way,
    but it does. The dead
    know less than we do.