I am talking about poetry. It's like that line from [John] Yeats: I go back to "where all the ladders start/ In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart."
Robert HassSuch tenderness, those afternoons and evenings, saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.
Robert HassAt some level, you have to be able to say, "This is my task." It's in small, local ways that you keep yourself alive and refresh ideas that are always going into dead abstraction.
Robert Hass