“Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter’s tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end.” — ~ Salman Rushdie
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I've been trolling through the Net, looking for certain poems and came across your blog. A blessing to be sure. I was taken by surprise by the Carver poem (Grief) since it was one of his I wasn't familiar with. Years ago (decades?) I volunteered to take his widow (Tess) to the airport after a reading she did and once there - we were early - we shared a drink and some stories. So that is what I think about now when I think of Ray (who I never met). Was also pleasantly surprised to see "Song" by Adrienne - still a classic. This Rushdie poem (?) sums up a great deal of my experiences from the past year, so I mostly just wanted to say "thank you" for posting it. I'm late to this party of but if you've time, you should explore "Bright Dead Things" by Ada Limon - it's uneven but the parts that are on are really really on.
Enjoy the day.
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