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Hayden Carruth, 87; Poems Reflected Struggles of Life
Hayden Carruth began writing when he was 6, but acclaim came late in his career. His poems captured his hard work, mental illness and love of jazz.
(By Ted Rosenberg)
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Sometimes we don't say anything. Sometimes
we sit on the deck and stare at the masses of
goldenrod where the garden used to be
and watch the color change form day to day,
the high yellow turning to mustard and at last
to tarnish. Starlings flitter in the branches
of the dead hornbeam by the fence. And are these
therefore the procedures of defeat? Why am I
saying all this to you anyway since you already
know it? But of course we always tell
each other what we already know. What else?
It's the way love is in a late stage of the world.
By Hayden Carruth from "Collected Shorter Poems"
(Copper Canyon Press, 1992)
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