From "GIN"

I fled New York somehow,
it's all her's now . And cold...


Black roofs and red roofs . Tile.
While,
blackbirds in the shadowed backyard
hop about thru bright yellow leaves, or
flap between the lower branches .


What comes through in so much of Blackburn's poetry is "the musical structure of [the] poetry" as outlined in his "Statement". As I'm reading through "The Journals", I'm thinking more about what he has to say about music or s o n g in poetry and the way it relates to human relationships.