Hass

The B-side of Color Record No. 14:

It’s the long weekend, and I’m trying to channel the Robert Hass of this poem:

Measure

By Robert Hass

Recurrences.

Coppery light hesitates  

again in the small-leaved

Japanese plum. Summer  

and sunset, the peace  

of the writing desk

and the habitual peace  

of writing, these things  

form an order I only

belong to in the idleness  

of attention. Last light   

rims the blue mountain

and I almost glimpse  

what I was born to,

not so much in the sunlight

or the plum tree  

as in the pulse

that forms these lines.