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Robert Hass

Winter 1979

Santa Lucia

By Robert Hass

I Art & Love: he camps outside my door, innocent, carnivorous. As if desire were actually a flute, as if the little song transcend, transcend could get you anywhere. He […]

Winter 1979

To a Reader

By Robert Hass

I’ve watched memory wound you. I felt nothing but envy. Having slept in wet meadows, I was not through desiring. Imagine January and the beach, a bleached sky, gulls. And […]