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Robin McIntosh

When I'm not writing / collecting, find me at: 

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I read poems for the pleasure of the mouth.

I read poems for the pleasure of the mouth.

And in “Affirmation,” the final poem in “The Painted Bed,” his collection dedicated to Ms. Kenyon, Mr. Hall catalogs life’s insults yet concludes:

If a new love carries us

past middle age, our wife will die

at her strongest and most beautiful.

New women come and go. All go.

The pretty lover who announces

that she is temporary

is temporary. The bold woman,

middle-aged against our old age,

sinks under an anxiety she cannot withstand.

Another friend of decades estranges himself

in words that pollute thirty years.

Let us stifle under mud at the pond’s edge

and affirm that it is fitting

and delicious to lose everything.

DONALD HALL

illustration from a Tarot deck I'm designing 2018

Currently Reading: Roxane Gay's Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body

Currently Reading: Roxane Gay's Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body

Currently Reading: Donald Hall's Essays After Eighty

Currently Reading: Donald Hall's Essays After Eighty