Having left this blog take a breather for awhile, I missed some notable poets’ deaths. There is, for example, Mark Strand, with whose work I was especially enamored years ago. There is the illustrious Galway Kinnell. And there is Tomaž Šalamun, whose work is wildly different from my own — ha! — and from almost anyone else. But still, like the poet, so engaging.
Here is a link to a nice rembrance of him.
And a short poem:
Georges de la Tour! Georges de la Tour!
I see how you climb!
How you eavesdrop the hammering blacksmith
and peek at his watch.
I don’t know if you break off your seal.
The beauty of the angel is in the cask
that bolted your heart.