after Robert Hass
All the new thinking is about preempting feeling.
In this way, it is incompatible with all the old thinking
but easier to stomach. For instance,
how birds land on water without closing their eyes
doesn’t remind me of how I sought you with an appetite
more pressing than fear. And the year our passion took—
how flat to call it lust, how wrong to call its mimicry love,
when little love was made with which to mistake it.
