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In Memoriam

In Memory of Daryl Hine

August 29, 2012 | by

We were saddened to learn of the death of Daryl Hine last week at the age of seventy-six. Over the years, his work appeared with regularity in our pages, and his voice will be greatly missed. The following poem appeared in issue 155.

 

A Rebours

Time’s one-way traffic won’t reverse
Summer’s sentimental course
Or force the headlong universe
Perversely backwards to its source.

Reverting to the title page
Cannot erase a book once read;
What echo of a golden age
Gilds an eternity of lead?

All the spontaneous happenings
Of the erotic pantomime.
Precipitate, straightforward lovers
Intimate that certain things
Are irreversible as time.

 

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  1. Arvind@kmsitm | September 4, 2012 at 8:55 am

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  2. Pat Clopper | September 13, 2012 at 2:02 pm

    Lovely poem, eloquent and sparse

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