CarrollBlog 1.12

I've recently discovered the terrific poetry of Ellen Bass. I'm going to post some of her work in the days to come-- poems and excerpts. Take a look:

The thing Is

to love life, to love it even

when you have no stomach for it

and everything you've held dear

crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,

your throat filled with the silt of it.

When grief sits with you, its tropical heat

thickening the air, heavy as water

more fit for gills than lungs;

when grief weights you like your own f...