as if we'd found an answer to
that question of what's left
when there's no more hope
"There is a poem which sets love explicitly against death:
Saying it then, against
what comes: wife, while I can, while my breath, each hurried petal
can still find her
"And there are poems of farewell, of which at least one, 'No Need', is a great poem, of a perfection that makes me unwilling to quote. Read it. Read everything Raymond Carver wrote. His death is hard to accept, but at least he lived."
--Salman Rushdie, 1989
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