(for Hart Crane)
Laukhuff's Bookstore. I am fourteen, I live
on the Diet of Words, shoving a ladder around
high shelves while the German ex-organ-maker
smokes with a distant nightmare in his eyes
("You have heard of Essen," he murmurs, "you never
will again": it is nineteen forty-three),
his body on hinges, his elbows hovering wide
over the Jugendstil bindings (Werfel, Kraus...)
like a not-quite-open penknife. "Hart Crane?He came here to marry the world...You understand?Maritare mundum: it is the work of magic,Mirandola says it somewhere, to marry the world...And not much time to do it in, he hadto read all the books, to marry, then to burn,,,It is one kind of greatness to grow old--to be able to grow old, like Goethe;it was Hart's kind to refuse. You understand?"Laukhuff is asking me, laughing through smokehis postponing, renouncing laugh. No, I don't--that much I do. I climb down, clutching The Bridgeand hand it over. "Will I understand this,Mr Laukhuff? Should I buy it?" "Cross it first.You won't, but there is a certain value, there ispoetic justice in the sense of having missedthe full meaning of things. Sure, buy it. Spendall you have, your mother will give you more."The German penknife closes with a click.Marriage, Hart. The endless war. The words.Cleveland was our mother-in-lieu. We left.
I've been reading a lot of Richard Howard lately.
'Decades' is about Howard's lifelong engagement with Hart Crane, author of The Bridge. Both Richard Howard and Hart Crane grew up in Cleveland. The poem consists of five sections--this is the second--set at ten year intervals. Each section is three nine-line stanzas of accentual pentameter, plus the final couplet, generally unrhymed. 'Decades' was first collected in Fellow Feelings, 1976, though I have it in the New York Review Books selection.
Howard's poems are often long (and so hard to quote). Many are dramatic monologues or duologues (think Robert Browning) with some spoken by famous figures, such as Walt Whitman, Henry Irving, or Edith Wharton. This passage is a little funny (I think) but he's often laugh-out-loud funny.
And Laukhuff's Bookstore! It closed before I was even born in a city I've never been to and now I miss it.
love the puppet drawing... not heard of Howard: so much i don't know... i have dreams sometimes about old bookstores i have visited; last nite about a VERY decrepit one with owner's opinions tacked up all over the shelves in Long Beach, WA. i think i'm in denial re time...ReplyDelete
O where are the bookstores of yesteryear...they live on in our dreams!Delete
I don't know if you follow Lark's blog (http://larkwrites.blogspot.com/) but the title of her most recent post made me think she was reading your books. To The Center of The Earth. It's a contemporary hollow earth adventure.
I love that line: "I live on the Diet of Words".ReplyDelete
That speaks to all us book-y types, doesn't it?Delete
oh 'to read all the books' - if only there was more than one lifetime!!ReplyDelete
At fourteen I guess you can still hope!Delete