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Home Deep Blue
Jean Valentine
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Home Deep Blue
Jean Valentine
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Eighteen new poems extend the trajectory of Jean Valentine’s work. Included are selections from her four previous books: Dream Barker, Pilgrims, Ordinary Things, and The Messenger. Her themes of pilgrimage, time, and human connection are revealed in intense meditations.
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Willi, Home
In memory
Last night, just before sleep, this: a bright
daffodil
lying in bed, with the sheet pulled up to its chin.
Willi, did I ever know you? The shine
in the lamplight! of your intelligent glasses,
round and humorous.
Did I ever know myself? When I
start bullshitting I see your eyebrows fly⊠This book
is dedicated to Willi,
whom I do not know,
whom I know. The words in my head
this morning
(these words came from an angel):
âItâs too late to say goodbye.
And there are never enough goodbyes.â
I know: the daffodil
is me. Brave. Williâs an iris. Brave.
Brave. Tall. Home. Deep. Blue.
To Raphael, angel of happy meeting
The pear tree buds shine like salt;
the stretch of new-ploughed earth holds up
five colors of brown to the strict sun â
like an old womanâs open hand, at rest.
The young people of this house wake up,
one by one, they set outâŠ
Further away, still their voices hold,
across the fog; and the pull of the ropes
â these branches rubbing in the rain â
Further away, the full sails grains of salt
thrown into the windâŠ
The pear tree prints its buds
across my back, my hands,
bright drops of light, in the wind. Light,
Break through this husk, this
mask of âGoodbyeââŠ
Why was I crying? It was as if
some courteous hand
had touched my eyes, and I saw,
in that thin Sixties backyard
in Seattle, the abundant tree
open out its branches, white-gold wings
protective of our waiting,
of our wishes, still too light for us to hold.
Primitive Painting: Liberation Day
Everyone is wearing work clothes, old clothes, boots; and old uniforms, painted green and brown, like trees. The new government has asked everyone to assemble in the center of the Old City, and has given everyone small ribbons to wear, stiff flowers.
Two men in business suits are pouring wine into cups, at a long trestle table; a few of the men and women have begun to drink.
At the bottom corner of the painting is a row of bright green leaves, like a signature. A tall man, in the foreground, looks straight out into the painterâs eyes; his hands are crossed over his genitals. There are no children, or animals, in this picture; no one makes a sound, or has another side.
This is a desert, and they call it peace, this is Liberation Day; the new government is drunk again, and the painterâs fear is white in his paint.
Awake, This Summer
I see you a minute, a year ago, at the door
of our friendâs empty room,
your eyes, the slanted-back weight of your body,
moseying around. That night, your hand
jumped in your sleep, you said
âEveryone was friendsââŠ
Late summer mornings
I slept in your side, in the sun,
and to all your wishes in my sleep I wished âYes.â
A yearâs ocean of sleep we moved in,
without air; no one
was friends.
Awake, this summer, first
finished with that, my chest hurts, and
the shallowest breath is life.
Mandelstam
1934-35. The time of his arrest and imprisonment in Moscow, and his exile, with his wife Nadezhda Jakolevna Khazina, to Voronezh.
My motherâs house
Russia
Calm are the wolfâs bronze udders,
calm the light around her
fur, out-starred with frost
I am 43
Moscow we will not live
Russia
Iron shoe
its little
incurved length and width
Russia old
root cellar old mouth of
blood under-the-earth
pulling us down into herself
no room to lie down
and your poor hand
over and over
draws my brain
back to your breastâs small
campfire
Voronezh we wonât live
not even my hand
to hold to your hand, useless...