Cups: 8

By Robin Blaser 1925–2009 Robin Blaser
There is no saluation.     The
harvesters with gunny sacks
bend picking up jade stones.

(Sure that Amor would appear
in sleep.     Director.    Guide.)

Secret borrowings fit into their hands.

Cold on the tongue.
White flecks on the water.

These jade pebbles are true green
when wet.

On the seventh night, the branches parted.
                                     The other replied,
How photographic.      Amor doesn’t appear
on demand.   He’s more like a snake skin.
If he fits, he lets you in
or sheds your body against the rocks.

                                     I slept in a fort.
My bed pushed up against the log
enclosure.    At 3:00 his ankles pressed
against each side of my head.
When I woke crying for help
he rose near the kitchen door
dressed as a hunter.

                                    The other replied,
Amor born like a cup trembles
at the lip.   Superstitions fit
into your hands.

Thou has returned to thy house.

                                    The other replied,
Torn loose from the eaves,
the blood trembles at the lips.

Nine fetters on they feet
Nine crossings of the street

Nine suppers where they meet
Nine words of loss repeat
this and that

Nine hunters cross the field
Nine lovers yield
their right of way

Two came fighting out of the dark.

Robin Blaser, “Cups: 8” from The Holy Forest: Collected Poems of Robin Blaser. Copyright © 2006 by Robin Blaser.  Reprinted by permission of University of California Press.

Source: The Holy Forest: Collected Poems of Robin Blaser. (University of California Press, 2006)

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Poet Robin Blaser 1925–2009


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 Robin  Blaser


Born in Denver and raised in Twin Falls, Idaho, poet, editor, and essayist Robin Blaser was educated at the University of California-Berkeley. With poets Robert Duncan and Jack Spicer, he helped spark the Berkeley Poetry Renaissance in the 1940s that preceded the San Francisco poetry renaissance of the 1950s and 1960s. In 1965, Blaser met Robert Creeley and Charles Olson, with whom he later worked closely. Miriam Nichols, editor . . .

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