finally, a poem.

So I don't really like poetry.

I've tried to like it over the years, but the whole exercise always felt more like homework and less like pleasurable reading.

Yesterday I heard Robert Hass on NPR read a poem from this book:


The poem, titled 'August Notebook: A Death,' is an elegy written for his younger brother who died unexpectedly. The poet's brother has cerebral palsy and lived somewhere between the sky and the street most of the time.

These lines...

You can fall a long way in sunlight.

You can fall a long way in the rain.

The ones who don't take the old white horse

take the evening train.

...really reminded me of Harlan and Joseph.

I think those lines reminded me of our characters because not everyone lives the same way. Perhaps the mode of transportation to our deaths will be just as different.

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