Tuesday, January 18, 2011

"Goodbye, last thing."

Robert Hass, The Seventh Night


  1. AHHHHHHH!!!!!!

    "My father is a sad chair and I am the blind thumb's yearning."

    "Hi, mortal splendor."

    I think I'm going to think like this all day.

  2. Oh. Hello, there, my Adonis maximus. My dark coin. My charred coal line. My staple song.
    Did I ever mention how the white sheet rent with your leaving?
    Twelve angry breezes held your ghost in check.
    Four songs coming at me in two ears
    and out both. How are you holding
    in, peri-smoke? How you holding up, suns-cope? How do we hold on, lovespoke?

  3. Yup. I'm really gonna think like this all day. Just call me a Hassian epigone.

  4. What a rare thing you are, my dear. I adore these comments.