I wouldn’t write at all if it weren’t
for myriad writers before me whose works showed me what was possible. The poems
of this series are small offerings of respect, of thanks, to those muses. –
Brian Beatty
Galway Kinnell
Forgive me
as well as yourself.
It wasn’t us.
It was the weather.
Or the room.
Maybe it was
both. Maybe.
The truths
we kept from each
other
like secrets
were
too painfully
true
to be certain.
– Brian Beatty
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Brian's recent collections of poetry are Dust and Stars: Miniatures and Brazil, Indiana.
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Kinnell's poem "Wait," written for a young student contemplating suicide, has always for me stood outside the rest of his oeuvre. But that's the poem I pay tribute to here.
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