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-- Brad Delong

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Showing posts with label blues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blues. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Wednesday Poetry Blogging

I have to say that the greatest influence on my life,
and on my writing, directly and indirectly,
has been my two Children.
-- Raymond Carver

UNDER THE INFLUENCE

Raymond, I am not like you,
Though we've both known drunkenness and despair.
And we've both been influenced by our children,
But I think in different ways.
And I, too, have a brief attention span,
Limiting me to things of a single sitting --
Poetry and short fiction. I speak now of reading.

You were John Gardner's most famous and successful student.
I can only know him from his words,

And seek vainly to find him in yours:
Words honed sharp on a blue whetstone
Worn smooth by the sea,

Found in a handkerchief under your desk,

Then passed from hand to hand.


Blue is the precise word, I believe, for

Your free strophes full of drunkenness and people pissing,
And your spare prose, pared too deep sometimes,
But greater still than larger things.

I hope your too-short life was not so sad as they suggest.

Where did you pass the blade, Raymond,

When your carving days were through?


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