Saturday, March 24, 2012
The Morning Reading: "We count the words in our pockets"
I'm off to a memorial service today for an old, old friend who knew me back when I was just beginning to read poets like this. She had a friendship via correspondence (the old fashioned kind) with the poet Denise Levertov over the decades. Now they're both gone.
She was the life partner of Peter Carr, poet, artist, beloved professor of Comparative Literature at Cal State Long Beach. Along with Peter and others, she co-founded the Alliance for Survival and was a stalwart voice for peace, justice and the environment, especially in her longtime community of Laguna Beach.
As I grow older and learn my own way to teach and be patient, I am grateful even more for those teachers who patiently taught me what I needed and provided, through the lives of loving engagement they lived, models for me to follow.
This one is for Jeanie Bernstein.
September 1961
By Denise Levertov
This is the year the old ones,
the old great ones
leave us alone on the road.
The road leads to the sea.
We have the words in our pockets,
obscure directions. The old ones
have taken away the light of their presence,
we see it moving away over a hill
off to one side.
...
The darkness
twists itself in the wind, the stars
are small, the horizon
ringed with confused urban light-haze.
They have told us
the road leads to the sea,
and given
the language into our hands.
We hear
our footsteps each time a truck
has dazzled past us and gone
leaving us new silence.
One can't reach
the sea on this endless
road to the sea unless
one turns aside at the end, it seems,
follows
the owl that silently glides above it
aslant, back and forth,
and away into deep woods.
But for us the road
unfurls itself, we count the
words in our pockets, we wonder
how it will be without them, we don't
stop walking, we know
there is far to go, sometimes
we think the night wind carries
a smell of the sea...
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(image: detail of fireplace mural painted by Peter Carr, in the Laguna Beach home he shared with Jeanie Bernstein.)
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4 comments:
I remember seeing Denise Levertov at CSULB. Lovely poem for the tribute.
I think the Levertov reading was just before my time, Donna. Andrew remembers it. Thanks for reading - and remembering.
So powerful.
Sending you hugs,
the other L
I had a friend who liked to say, "I have a poem in my pocket." And he did.
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