Robin Blaser Poems

one should never play martyr
there are martyrs beyond you
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there are shining masters
when I tell you what they
look like some of it is
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let me get the vocabulary of this song
right—the curious happiness of poetry—
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Our suppers stunned on the table
hold radios
hold
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The wind hits and returns it is easy to personify
a new place and language, but the new body stings
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The absence was there before the meeting the radical of
presence and absence does not return with death's chance-
encounter, as in the old duality, life or death, wherein
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It is their way to find the surface
when they die.
Fish feed on fish
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The poets have always preceded,
as Mallarmé preceded Cézanne,
neck and neck that was no
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The root and mirror
of a plant
its shape
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The streets are my body
or rather the wish
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