Another book I've been re-reading after many years. Hass is one of the greatest contemporary poets I know. His work feels like the thoughts that go through the mind when on a long walk on a cloudy day. Meditative and rich.
Often we are sad animals. / Bored dogs, monkeys getting rained on.
From "Spring Drawing 2":
Suppose, before they said silver or moonlight or wet grass, each poet had to agree to be responsible for the innocence of all the suffering on earth, // because they learned in arithmetic, during the long school days, that if there was anything left over, // you had to carry it.