Robinson Jeffers and Love

I stand in front of the mirror
5 hours with the razor
thinking about doing it
because our great love was over.
luckily I didn’t do it
because we were together again
the next day.
she had been doing a head of Jeffers
from photos of a book I had given her–
The Selected Letters of Robinson Jeffers,
and she took the cloth off of the clay head
and said,
“look, you know what I did yesterday?
I put hair on this thing I’m doing of
Robby.”

she’s a good sculptress.