I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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1 June 2012

News of his death: May tanka 2012

news of his death
the quiet, skinny one
I want to play
and sing along again
to Massachusetts

but all the lights
went out and he left us
we tell ourselves
he must be going home
way past Massachusetts


may you sing
even more sweetly
now you’re gone
to the Summerlands
may you be joyful


1 comment:

  1. Death is always hard, even when it comes to someone we have only 'known' from afar. Hard to believe these 'heroes' from our younger years are passing now. Frightening really, isn't it? Who will be next?