Friday, October 03, 2008

RIP Hayden Carruth

I just found out that one of my favorite poets, Hayden Carruth has died due to complications from a stroke. Of his work he once said:

“My poems, I think, exist in a state of tension between the love of natural beauty and the fear of natural meaninglessness or absurdity."

I love his poem, "Ecstasy":

For years it was in sex and I thought
This was the most of it
so brief
a moment
or two of transport out of oneself
or
in music which lasted longer and filled me
with the exquisite wrenching agony
of the blues
and now it is equally
transitory and obscure as I sit in my broken
chair that cats have shredded
by the stove on a winter night with wind and snow
howling outside and I imagine
the whole world at peace
at peace
and everyone comfortable and warm
the great pain assuaged
a moment
of the most shining and singular gratification.
The Great Pain Assuaged

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