“Of course she’s dead: Tina was her name, of leukemia: so I heard— why else would I try sadly to make music of her unremarkable kindness? I am trying, I think, to forgive myself for something I don’t know what. But what I do know is that I love the moment when the poet says I am trying to do this or I am trying to do that.” DeathPoetryKindnessMuisc Book:Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude Source: Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude