Death Tractates

Much Hurrying

Much Hurrying —So much hurrying right after a death: as if a bride were waiting! Crocuses sliced themselves out with their penknives. Everything well made seemed dead to them: Camelias. Their butcherpaper pink. The well-made poems seemed dead to you, only what was vastly overheard would do, you had to say something so general over the edge that everyone could hear—the guests, the bride—though the edge was specific to you, the edge was inside— 7 ...