Comments on: Robin Blaser (1925-2009) http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/05/robin-blaser-1925-2009/ Thu, 12 Jan 2012 08:40:04 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Judith Roche http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/05/robin-blaser-1925-2009/#comment-11113 Judith Roche Tue, 12 May 2009 18:12:45 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=2774#comment-11113 To paraphrase Spicer, "his love will let him go on." Robin's migrated this spring but he's left his song for us. The world will be colder in the absence of his presence, but the intelligence and the beauty of his song remains. Judith Roche To paraphrase Spicer, “his love will let him go on.” Robin’s migrated this spring but he’s left his song for us. The world will be colder in the absence of his presence, but the intelligence and the beauty of his song remains.

Judith Roche
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]]> By: Annie Finch http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/05/robin-blaser-1925-2009/#comment-11024 Annie Finch Mon, 11 May 2009 13:12:36 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=2774#comment-11024 I will never forget hearing him read Shelley at St Marks Poetry Project. He glowed with it. I will never forget hearing him read Shelley at St Marks Poetry Project. He glowed with it.
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]]> By: Joshua Marie Wilkinson http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/05/robin-blaser-1925-2009/#comment-10927 Joshua Marie Wilkinson Fri, 08 May 2009 23:17:14 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=2774#comment-10927 the cold has come, the moths have gone, white, grey, cinnamon and one rested in the sun, wine purple wings, yellow edged, tacked with the wind's changes, careened, then, taking flight, hid in the fig tree the circles the moon, the stars, the plants and below, under the earth, the sun between the earth and the moon, a tone beyond that, the lyre the cold has come, the moths have gone,
white, grey, cinnamon and one rested
in the sun, wine purple wings, yellow
edged, tacked with the wind’s changes,
careened, then, taking flight, hid
in the fig tree

the circles the moon, the stars, the
plants and below, under the earth, the sun
between the earth and the moon, a tone
beyond that, the lyre
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]]> By: Don Share http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/05/robin-blaser-1925-2009/#comment-10890 Don Share Fri, 08 May 2009 15:09:09 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=2774#comment-10890 the sorrow is sharp one plays on innocence the harp silences the sorrow is sharp
one plays on innocence
the harp silences
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