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Poetry
Now
With Eyes
The
at the
Jacob's
Ladder
To
Stay Alive
Footprints
Translations
Guillcvic/ Selected
Poems
Denise
Levertov
Footprints
A New
Directions
Book
Copyright
Copyright
Goodman
Acknowledgments
Some of these poems first appeared in the following publications:
Abraxas, The Amphora, Athanor, Citizen of the Imagination, Damascus
Road, Decal Review, Earth's Daughters, Field, Hanging Loose, Lillabulero, Madrona, Manroot, Mill Mountain Review, The North American Review, Poems from Summer Poems, Poetry, Poetry Review,
Quetzal, The Record, Red Clay Reader, Rogue River Gorge, The
Round Table, The Southern Review, Sumac, Voices from Earth.
"Living with a Painting"
first
appeared
in Poetry.
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Contents
1703409
The Footprints
Hut 1
Defeat
Green Mountains
in the
The Rebuff
An Old
Friend's Self-Portrait
Novella
3
5
6
8
Intrusion
Overheard over
Scenario
E. Asia
S.
Time
to Breathe
Hope
It's
10
True
11
M. C. 5 12
Love Poem 13
Place to Live
The News
13
14
Obstinate Faith
14
Fragment 14
Only Connect 15
Under a Blue Star
Exchange 17
3 a.m., September
A
16
1,
1969
Arthur 18
Barry 18
Hi
Bill
iv
Don
Ernie
vi
Judy
21
vii
Lucy
21
viii
19
19
20
Margo
Mark
22
22
Richard 23
xi
Roger
xii
Ted
xiii
Vic
ix
24
24
25
FOR
17
MY STUDENTS/MIT:
1969-70
28
Leather Jacket 28
The Needles 29
The Poem Unwritten
30
31
Goethe's Blues 32
February Evening in Boston, 1971
de Vivre
The Wanderer
Brass Tacks
34
35
37
38
38
39
across a Field'
43
44
Road 51
The Malice
of Innocence
52
At the 'Mass Ave Poetry Hawkers' Reading
in
the
Red Book
Small Satori
Cellar
56
58
55
Why
26
The Footprints
Someone crossed
day reveals
a perspective of lavender caves
Someone
across the snow.
Hut
Mud
and
Round
wattles.
almost.
who
so desires/
Walls
shadows.
Ashpit at center.
star.
By
A Defeat in
(Memory
On
accompanied by two
unwilling children, shut in
among
long grass
stumbling, complaining, the
blackflies biting
but
persists,
them,
drawn
movement
crossing
movement.
deep
their halted
mud
is
her foot
stirs
up
open
No way
fields
over there.
Back then:
swamp
river,
of
Summer, 1955)
The Rebuff
touched a leaf
because I like to touch leaves
(even though this one
as it happens, had nothing
I
of special grace,
and though
it
no shine)
had no
or thorns attached to
spikes,
it,
here
am
hurts. I
tingling,
it
must look
dockleaves nearby,
faithfully awaiting
nettled hands
to soothe with their juice,
wasted otherwise.
It
ripens
while
sleep, afternoons,
on the old
sofa,
wakening senses
'taste
to bite on,
all
was
Yet
it's
ripe
before,
'One
who makes
The work
it,
true
it.'
ripens
many awakenings
until a once-cold
and discovered
geometries in interplay
show
in their harvest-time
1962
it,
An Old
Friend's Self-Portrait
my
in-sight.
11
Strong, the
brow
the eyes
ridges of paint,
1970
me
Novella
In love
unless loved
is
not love.
down dazedly
through vast night
long after
the embrace of y to even
begin to become
z.
To
x alone
woman
painter returns,
monotone countries
of fatigue
instantly
whose shadow
on her primed (primal) canvas
looks, looks at
first falls
(all
for the
moment):
yet not
lit
still,
but shivering,
who
preferred
what she
nimbus
dances.
brown
All
known
Rectangles, ovals,
all
by titles
'Du Bleu Noir,' 'The Burning-Glass.
later
and
embarrassed,
y,
away. Talking
he
is
a poet
talking,
downstream away.
no room
The light's
going.
lui-m&me,'
need around
to paint
is
She continues
her.
a brushstroke
now
in furthest perspective,
it
it,
indeed, will
know
hurts
no one,
that speck of
fire
but x herself,
(in this
z,
but remains
x,
to represent
that difference a or
June, 1969
o.
Intrusion
After
something
my
my
After
to
be rocked.
my former
came asking
to
be
eyes
had wept
for
pitied.
August, 1969
Overheard over
mechanical snow,
1 am
falling?'
falling impartially
on bamboo
My name
thickets,
recalls
My name
Each
I
is
I fall
wherever
but
I
men send me
to fall-
decorate
it
in black,
and seek
the bone/
S.
E. Asia
Scenario
The
Left center,
well-lit,
mound
of unburied bodies,
bamboo
napalm
is
working.
is
bald.
young
visible
soldier, thin,
wounds.
He
front.
but without
sees her.
with shudders.
Curtain.
Time
to Breathe
way above
And
in the disturbing
Night seems
to stop short
at the horizon.
Perhaps
it
never
renewed
first
we
summer
days,
10
fabric.
Hope
Wonder
if
this
charmed
Hunza
lives.
oil
of apricot,
to, it's
like
almond
figuring a blast
may
noon,
some time
is
1969
11
It's
True
M.C. 5
for
Not
to
focus
it
wonder, impatient
love.
Enough energy
to save the world; could be.
off!
sweep,
picks us up,
itself, lifts
it
lift
picks
me
to a steady
up,
it
up your heads
ye gates.
(World's heart
12
John Sinclair
Love Poem
for
Swimming through
Mitch
dark, slow,
breaststroke
not to startle
walls or chairs
and
wake you
I
full to
mirror
September, 1969
Honeydew
seeds: on impulse
down
wandering
certainly
no room here
to lay
green-fleshed melon.
Wondering
where the
hell to go.
13
Place to Live
The News
fields
of
candy
is
preparing
windows
red-and-green handles.
Obstinate Faith
Fragment
Not
14
Only Connect
in the Sierras, in
Knows
how
And
another Gary
(McDonald)
New
in
Britain,
dreams
me
a letter to live
from
am
just
phantom
of air
the
is
a million eyes/
Wakes me
'there
is
to know
way
to the journey.
And
a third
(Aspenberg) planning
a Chronicle of the
End
of the
reads
my
loves at
World, meanwhile
chart:
'Many
first sight.
15
itself.
Your death
may come
in a
public place
.'
.
poems
if I
make
Everything relates to
all.'
Under
a Blue Star
a
in
web
on dream, dreams
afloat
word
opens,
field,
dim there
drown them
dawn
What
in the mind's
veiling
its
guardian?
16
gate
Exchange
Come
for a
change of
diet,
a breath of
earth-air.
smell the
cries.
3 a.m.,
September
for
Warm
It
somehow
in balance
In heavy
dew
and crops
17
1,
1969
Kenneth Rexroth
A New
for
My
Year's
Garland
Students/
MIT:
1969-70
Arthur
are firm
and bushes
and small and go unnoticed,
now
as beautiful
is
as eventual
silky leaves in spring.
ii
What
Barry
task
is it
yet,
if
reach of
it
(revealed)
to strike?
18
Bill
Ill
And
is
pleasant
with paths
But looking
out of the thickest, darkest branches-
Topaz?
They question
and propose
no answers yet; disquieting
in the still garden,
and disquieted.
Don
iv
If
the
body
is
a house,
in that
is
temple
a labyrinth,
19
a vast room,
in the room's
an
remote depths
altar,
upon the
altar
slips,
flickers
shadowy, over
Ernie
Hey
percussion
What can
sets.
I
say,
Ernie?
Younger than
nevertheless
whom
trust.
20
sitting
Judy
vi
You have
something of Rosalind's
courage, I think, though you are small
as I imagine Perdita to have been
(and
I
at all
don't
when you
but
it's
myself
trudging
too
many
think
12 years old,
of,
home from
visions in Ilford
High Road,
and
vii
own
drunk on
it.
Lucy
Lucy taking
the family cat
Jewish Lucy
rooted in Emily's
New
England
fields.
21
first
century.
speak of
community
poems and people.
for the
of
Margo
viii
can't say
it
it.
can't figure
how
pictures what.
sing
sounds, quiet
air in air.
Mark
ix
for 'happiness'
a
in
where
down
light
must climb
ladders of somber
needled branches.
22
Richard
The
The
his.
it
did
hunger
you can
I
when he was
for a
twenty-one.
world
live in forever.
n
'The very essence
of destiny
(
this
hung over
time ) 'and
membrane
light
this house'
how was
he,
not to
I
want
a world
you can
live in.
and
when he thought
trip-hammer
of
it
was only
that he
had become
it
completely,
of
his soul,
23
he smiled,
feeling rather like a
man
and marking
the spot on which he must without fail
He must indeed be
a good jumper,
and something of a magician besides!
I
alight.
want
a world.
xi
Roger
it
a madness
of such simplicity
its
glaring stones, as
on
all
our heads
that burden,
all
of us
it lifts
it
a rabbi's hat,
xii
Ted
its
despair)
Two
see clear:
a girl at the
who
dances in solitude
and she
is
And an
old
in a
one
who
speaks.
man nearby
who sits looking
dark hut,
upon the
horror creeping
And he
sea.
is silent.
Her voice
a flying
lifts,
silvery,
shower
in the sunlight
move on
the shore of
my dream
of you:
man
raises
Vic
xiii
The dog,
Stalin,
is
free
and
foolish
as a holy hasid.
its
his tail,
rest and,
twitching, sighing,
odd
grows.
25
noises,
Dear
Is
have received
from Arizona
your letter, with no return address
but telling me
my name in Hebrew, and its meaning:
I
entrance, exit,
way through
of
as
It's
if
you'd sent
me
a well of water,
a frog at
sent
me
dark to
its
a cold
taste.
The Day
the Audience
(May
Like
this
it
8th, 1970,
Why
happened:
26
Yes,
it is
in this
well that
we have
but
let
gathered
chapel to remember
us be sure
Kent
State,
we know
a mockery unless
our gathering
is
we remember
also
And
while
girls, older
began
women,
And
Yes,
it is
all
went on and
well that
it is
to think of
we make
men-
and
leave.
said,
we remember
we know
few
and turn
to rise
be sure
hypocrisy
them unless
May
which
and said
my
words
(black)
were shot
at Jackson, Mississippi,
27
Animal Rights
OK! Let
brutal
Amerikan polizei
and tightassed DAR's be known forever
as pigs and wasps, but let's think up
new names for those we ripped off:
the roguish Black Berkshires, the intelligent
rangy ginger roamers of Mexican beaches,
Iowan
concentration-pens,
And
of
plum and
of sweetness
fig
and
juicy
weight-
humble
in pleasure
no pale wasp
What
their new name be?
knows.
shall
Leather Jacket
But touches
1970
28
The Needles
He told me about
a poem he was writing.
For me.
He
told
'When
me
asked,
it
mean
do the feathers
turn into needles?'
His telling
me
was a cloud
of
my
it.
Many weeks
I
waited. At
last,
you
told
me
poem
about,
once?'
'No,'
he
said,
looking away.
Needles paused
for
an instant on
my
skin
1970
29
worship, going
their
way
of
wonder down
level
unwritten.
left in
fossil
altar.
1970
30
stumps,
Rejoicing
because
we
we had met
again
rolled laughing
The
joy
was
any sense.
narrow
It was
in
that
impediments,
all
time,
was the
of
two
joy
rivers
sea.
1970
31
Goethe's Blues
(Fantasia on the
Trilogie der Leidenschaft)
The
hills stirring
High summer.
And he with
April anguish tearing him,
and
But he
is
fur
its
old. Sere.
'O love,
love,
not unkind,
kind,
my
life
goes out of
me
breath by breath
thinking of your austere
compassion/
Fame
and then
and then not at all.
too sweet,
It is
not a substance
to taste,
in
sour,
it is
which he
a box
is
kept.
32
He
is
a silver
cube of
plexiglass.
in
and
die!'
His friends
wonder what
he's scribbling,
'furiously/ as
it is
all
the
way
said,
back.
'Nature smiles,
and
smiles,
and
says nothing.
driving
And
away from
I'm
the gates of
Paradise.'
1970
33
February Evening
The
trees'
brushed
in Boston, 1971
out,
fierce haloes.
And westward
veils of
even
yet.
Transparent.
Common
a world of promises.
It
to
of
my
tribe
of desire.
one to hear
me
by long chance,
last
days
to
pink to
lilac, lilac
smoke blue?
34
in,
You who
are so beautiful
1703409
warn you?
Do you know
what
it
was
have
to
waving
upon the earth though all
humankind were dust?
Of dust returning
a certitude of grasses
to fruitful dust?
shrivel,
the once-despised,
it?
Is there an odyssey
your feet pull you towards
away from now to walk
orchard stars?
It
seems
how
fears,
antique
graceful;
men
long dead,
skirts of
sorrow wrapped
If
scale
to leave
off,
gaping meat
livid
who can
No,
Even
in
your beauty
will
with revulsion?
believe
it.
whose heart
to
saith
is
nothing
new under
the sun,
his future
rolled
away
Among
grew again
and among bones.
And the bones would
If
there
if
is
rise.
shall
be
if
the warning,
to turn
fire,
fire,
a wall
a reversal
be
cannot
enough
to see,
know?
36
The gleam
of thy drenched
floors of leaf-layers!
of death
Fragrance
and change!
If
now
to live,
I'll
there
only
is
live
my huge human
size
fallen:
not upward,
look
down
into paradise.
Thy moss
with scarlet!
Thy smooth
acorns in roughsurfaced
precise cups!
Thy black
horns of plenty!
37
Joie de Vivre
you say
is
make
sure
true.
'Antonio, Antonio,
The pulse
it
bleed.'
of life-pain
it,
but
not fluttering.
The Wanderer
it
wistfully
nostalgia
now on
and trembling
foliage.
38
Brass Tacks
The
old
wooden house
a soft
embowered
in southern
autumn's
damp
11
The black
girl sitting
row
smiled at me.
in
know where
and
in the
of children
I
bottles
bedrooms
I have not met
have listened
borrowed moonlight.
to the cricket-quivering of
39
IV
feet to earth
and whisper of
Chain-
if
still-living
in
elms
the
VI
flying
aslant
and
into evening.
40
Vll
his
wondering again
workday was useful
temporary
lodging,
if
his
the
at all
growing among
the stones of a low wall
of a small plant
unobtrusively,
standing quite
still,
gazing,
The
Soul's
Lets in
And
night
at
an abysslit
from within:
a red
glow
wanderer
unhoused, unhouseled,
wonders
to see
hearthblaze:
fears,
Jim Forest
and takes
heart.
41
The Roamer
to
me
wag
its tail,
in blue
daybreak,
in rushes the world,
visible
dog concocted
of phantasmagoric atoms.
Nudges
my hand
muddy
some
and not
own fur-
of
streams, of
thrown-away
unable
except by olifact
to tell
me
anything.
Where have
been
42
treasures,
'Life Is
hedge
to hedge,
in midfield, in the
gray that
moist
is
to sit
on one's haunches
up
To be
at
at the
hollow center of a
field
radiant. Silver
to gold,
shadows
violet dancers.
By noon
scream
in,
the builders
the horizon
To be
an animal dodging
pursuers it smells but can't
see clear, through labyrinths
restlessness.
of
To make
into the last of day,
it
maybe
and witness
crimson wings
cutting
the sun gone
down
down
after
in wrath.
43
Field'
To
stay perhaps,
one throat
far-off
pulsing to venture
its
feathers,
The multitude
gone, labyrinths
crumbling.
To go down
back into the known hole.
Alice Transfixed
When
is
shrieking
the
wish, the
were worth
first
question,
it.
Mournfully
the feet you have bade-farewell-to
44
it
me
was
he said
to
me
it
(and to you)
Side by side
upon
we
spumy
lay full-length
rock, envisioning
Ailsa Craig
The
sea tumult
bore away
word
word
and
And
must create
itself
is
creative
he said
We
skirted
the
Vale of Health
strolling the spiral road, the
Vale of Soulmaking
He would
a
stop to pluck
leaf, finger
a stone
and watchfulness
in itself
the Genius
of Poetry
its
own
salvation in a
leapt he said
headlong into the
e
man
sea.
45
Mitch
Earthwards
fish
air.
My
shadow
if I
were
floating free
bristles
shadow, unnoticed,
By
fireweed.
bridge.
in
Common
day
precious to me.
There's nothing else
to grasp.
46
Cows
The
train
moves me past
it
too
fast,
not much,
want
Horses,
three of them, flowing across a
as
paddock
barley.
The brickworks,
fantastical slender chimneys.
not lonely.
It
seems
Nothing
fails to
no
see
give pleasure,
thirst for
my
dries
righteousness
throat,
am
silent
would
(the
halt for
name
me
now
goes by
unread).
of
its
a carved stone
set in the gates of the earthly paradise,
an angler's
lost in
fly
47
field of
cabbages:
this field
ambiguousness we
horizon, resemble
call
In Silence
valley
if
autumn
and
flowingly as
if all
her being
Brunnenburg, 1971
48
To Antonio Machado
Here
in the
mountain woods
into a great
wooden
to receive the
many
voices
one brook,
to see its dances
of this
of fury
and
gentleness,
poem
in
it.
Brunnenburg, 1971
49
'I
to
go away,
Nikos Kazantzakis
Sun
moon
stones
we
find
water?
Sun
thrusts
Moon
fills
Stones:
the
womb
with
ice.
to
and grow
shudder
dream in lingering dew, lingering warmth
to
stumble searching.
to thirst
to
But
the fountains,
where
shall
we
find them.
50
Man Alone
When
a secret
name
in
its
it
writes
own blood
for
remembrance,
shelter.
it
moment,
it
tarries
vanishes
So
it is
Road
waiting, waiting.
There's no one,
51
The Malice
me when
holds
the rest
is
of Innocence
film,
quickly
illusions
I
it
was
sighs
stirrings
in the
and
full of
breathings as a cowbarn.
many
still
tremulous,
still
still
though
weak,
knowing mortality
how
52
when
all
and a multiple
on
decorum:
had been done
tiptoe,
counting by flashlight
of
had
the
It
how many
noting
all
we were
we were
pairs
to us,
trained to note,
But
53
making patterns
loved
the
knowing what to
list
do,
and doing
it,
Emergency
ready for
that.
The camera
never returned to the hospital ward,
the story
into the
an angel
like the
noiseless
54
When
my
neck
I couldn't see over and round
to where poems were sounding from
even craning
my way
seven heads of
wavy,
deep
hidden
And
in rockbed.
moved
in
my
unknown
to
me,
of their lives
wandering
1972
55
Red Book
Cellar
Small Satori
smooth
sit
speak of depth.
Across the room
his profile all I
can see
of heads and shoulders,
smoke, in candlelight-
poignant, a
little
think she
is
watching him
Calmly, calmly,
am
seeing
too.
them both.
Reassured.
1972
56
The
for
Life around
Us
all
And through
There
is
a consciousness
undefined.
Yesterday's twilight, August
Human
sounds
this
garden,
Only the
sightless trees,
it
it.
Knowing
The wood-dove
utters
slowly
those words he has
to utter,
and
softly.
But takes
flight
boldly,
and
flies fast.
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the
Way
Notes
thirds of the poems in this volume were written concurrently with the 'notebook' poem that gave its name to my last book,
To Stay Alive. The rest were written some in England during the
summer of 1971 since then, except for a few which got 'lost' during
the compilation of earlier volumes.
About two
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1
'Hut' This
poem
is
a pendant to the
poem
bet.'
'L'homme est
Jen lui-meme' 'Humans are strange creatures,
whose center of gravity lies outside their own body.' These
words are by the French poet Francis Ponge 1899- ).
.
10
an
untitled
prose
poem
(Mercure de France,
in
Paris,
1965).
11
12
'M. C. 5' the rock group associated with the White Panthers in
Motor City. John Sinclair: poet, revolutionary, sometime political
prisoner. The poem was written while listening to the record
album Kick Out the Jams during the moon-landings.
23
38
41
The
43
'Life Is Not a
sian proverb.
44
'Alice
Walk
from
Edmund
Waller
in
northwest
The Maurizius
1606-87).
Transfixed'-see Chapter
of
Lewis
Carroll's
Alice
in
Wonderland.
45
The
in the
48
'Both Taine and the inland English child'-H. A. Taine was the
French literary historian (1828-93), while the 'English child' is
mentioned in an essay by G. K. Chesterton.
49
54
1875-1939
Hunting Lice' by Arthur Rimbaud (1854-91). The prose translation by Anthony Hartley in The Penguin Book of French Verse,
III, begins: 'When the child's brow full of red torments
begs for the white swarm of lazy dreams, tall charming sisters
with delicate fingers and silvery nails come near his bed."
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