One reason I love Kay's writing is his luminous prose, which is greatly informed and shaped by his love of poetry and verse. Some years ago, Kay (or GGK as his fans call him) released a collection of his own poems, Beyond This Dark House, and below is a selection from that collection.
Wow...Poetry Month is almost over....
And Diving
by Guy Gavriel Kay
Late night
in a cold bed,
far away.
Yesterday I dreamed
that you had died,
arcing from a bridge
to black water.
I arrived too late
and diving,
could only bring
your body back to be
whitened by moonlight.
I was crying, holding
your still hands.
Late night,
cold bed, telling myself
I do not love you,
remembering your voice,
your hands in my hair.
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