Thursday, February 25, 2010

In memory of Alison

By Tracy

This is a short quote to mark the passing of our loved friend Alison, who was a poetry-lover and did a dissertation on Wallace Stevens...

Farewell to an idea... The mother's face,
The purpose of the poem, fills the room.
They are together, here, and it is warm,

With none of the prescience of oncoming dreams.
It is evening. The house is evening, half dissolved.
Only the half they can never possess remains,

Still-starred. It is the mother they possess,
Who gives transparence to their present peace.
She makes that gentler that can gentle be.

[from Wallace Stevens, "The Auroras of Autumn"]


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