as it is now more than a year to remember,
the very great Alan Rickman (1946-2016),
these the world misses
Cohen at the end of love,
darker
and Alan Rickman
always
as if the voice, as if desire
could touch death
outside the frame.
But I also miss
nor am I the only one
my teachers
co-conspiritor-friend David Blair Allison (1944-2016)
and also I would say
as very close to me,
Bill Richardson (1920-2016),
Heidegger icon who kept legions
convinced of their friendship
ever unique and only
and, Susanne Joshua, also 2016 saw her go
younger than I
friends count age like sisters to the day
she was
my best woman, when I married a different Bill,
who lives still
friend since university,
from the first, the minute I arrived
door next door to mine: Susan Nitzberg,
cracking jokes, naming a blessing.
But I have not named all those lost this year
all names I knew, all friends, all colleagues,
all unraveled here
nor could I name those famous and unfamous
not known, not named
all of them
for ever.
very informal, very post,
unstructured Hallelujah, with elisions,
like a soft jacket,
and old jokes, but in LA,
where Cohen lived
and died
by kd lang
