Robin Blaser (1925-2009)

the sorrow is sharp\r
one plays on innocence\r
the harp silences

the cold has come, the moths have gone,\r
white, grey, cinnamon and one rested\r
in the sun, wine purple wings, yellow\r
edged, tacked with the wind's changes,\r
careened, then, taking flight, hid\r
in the fig tree\r

the circles the moon, the stars, the\r
plants and below, under the earth, the sun\r
between the earth and the moon, a tone\r
beyond that, the lyre

I will never forget hearing him read Shelley at St Marks Poetry Project. He glowed with it.

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. \r

Judith Roche