The end of a poem...

Today is Sunday, in honor of light and one of them has gone out.

Dean Young died this past week.

(P)oets: They stare at their own death and through it, they still see the world, the world of 10,000 things .... Poetry is about time running out (if only) formally: the line ends, the stanza ends, and the poem itself ends. – Dean Young.

All rivers are full of sky …. .to tie meaning too closely to understanding misses the point. – Dean Young

I often see through things. Right to the apparition itself.-- Grace Paley.