Sublime

think I became a poet because of Ronald Reagan and Peggy Noonan. The way they used poetic language to integrate a terrible event and its image back into a framework of meaning,

Peut-être que l’art nous avait eus, mais personne ne pouvait regretter une chose pareille. Seul un idiot regretterait d’avoir été possédé par l’art ; ou un saint. Robert m’a fait signe de l’aider à se lever. Il a vacillé. « Patti, je suis en train de mourir, a-t-il dit. Ça fait tellement mal. » Il m’a regardée, de ses yeux pleins d’amour et de

“He was the greatest poet of his generation,” the miliciano said, a little defiantly. “Agreed.” “And your side killed him.” “A regrettable mistake. Accidents happen in wartime.” Tejada was busy with the clutch. “The way Viviana was a mistake?” Gonzalo asked. “How many mistakes do you allow yourself, Sergeant?”