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Galway Kinnell - How Could You Not

-- for Jane kenyon


It is a day after many days of storms.
Having been washed and washed, the air glitters;
small heaped cumuli blow across the sky; a shower
visible against the firs douses the crocuses.
We knew it would happen one day this week.
Now, when I learn you have died, I go
to the open door and look across at New Hampshire
and see that there, too, the sun is bright
and clouds are making their shadowy ways along the horizon;
and I think: How could it not have been today?
In another room, Keri Te Kanawa is singing
the Laudate Dominum of Mozart, very faintly,
as if in the past, to those who once sat
in the steel seat of the old mowing machine,
cheerful descendent of the scythe of the grim reaper,
and drew the cutter bars little
reciprocating triangles through the grass
to make the stalks lie down in sunshine.
Could you have walked in the dark early this morning
and found yourself grown completely tired
of the successes and failures of medicine,
of your year of pain and despair remitted briefly
now and then by hope that had that leaden taste?
Did you glimpse in first light the world as you loved it
and see that, now, it was not wrong to die
and that, on dying, you would leave
your beloved in a day like paradise?
Near sunrise did you loosen your hold a little?
How could you not already have felt blessed for good,
having these last days spoken your whole heart to him,
who spoke his whole heart to you, so that in the silence
he would not feel a single word was missing?
How could you not have slipped into a spell,
in full daylight, as he lay next to you,
with his arms around you, as they have been,
it must have seemed, all your life?
How could your cheek not press a moment to his cheek,
which presses itself to yours from now on?
How could you not rise and go, with all that light
at the window, those arms around you, and the sound,
coming or going, hard to say, of a single-engine
plane in the distance that no one else hears?

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Poet: Galway Kinnell
Poem: How Could You Not
Poem of the Day: Mar 17 2013

Comment 1 of 1, added on March 19th, 2008 at 3:16 PM.

the poet imagines the last moments of Jane Kenyon's passing as if to comfort her by speaking to her of the rightness and inevitability of her separation from her life...that she has spoken what needed to be spoken in words (and in poems) and can leave with a sense of peace...as if these are his parting words to her and his hope for her and perhaps a wish that all might achieve a peaceful end...a tender eulogy for a poet friend...her body will be in New Hampshire earth but her spirit hovers in light... an image used by Kenyon in her poems to imply transcendence (river of light, mercy clothed in light etc)

Michael Cord from Canada

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